Dark Rhyme
what do you call a creature,
, whom even death refuses rest.
being chipped away piece by piece,
it suffers death of the spirit,
and heaven turned it way,rejecting it iternal peace ,
an unatural body is a sham,
when deprived of a soul
it is a laughingstock in the place of the damned.
I hear the toll of the bell chimes,
for now I'll leave you to ponder,
the answer to my dark ryhmes.
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