Souls surface, scared and torn.
Fearful child, you were so wise.
Too precious for this filth,
Though every diamond came from muck.
Sadistic friend, your corruption
Knows no limits.
He who mocks with such venom
Poisons his own heart.
Crippled breath, you run here
In these veins,
A black opium, oh hidden puppeteer!
I suppose you have forgotten me
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