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Infernal voices of the netherworld have once again staked claim against my soul to view its' cremation.



Lost, in a maze of faceless voices that use me as their sharpening stone for their wicked tongues, I cry;

"Sticks and stone may break my bones but your words will surely kill me!"

Their voices burn like the sting from a whip, as it slices at the very fabric of my existence.  Like flames, their words surround me and hold me captive within the core of hells fire.  Steadily, it burns on and on...

My pillar of hope, in ashes lay before me.

If only I could muster just enough strength to raise my singed white flag, you would see my surrender...



"Tear Out My Soul and Set Me Free! for I don't want to be here anymore!