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The First Born
The First Forgotten
Have a nice life
Devouring, destroying, decaying. For your eyes only.
Inside, interiors, innermost. Then reflects on the outside.
Eaten, eager, eroding. Tap it, let it pour.
Disdain, disease, departure. 'Twas been driving you.
...reconciliation, with what is left.
...acceptance, what it offers.
...accord, to what you have become.
Peace, in the soft embrace of oblivion brought through demise.