Death
Resistance is futile, you cant win, ill capture your concience and erase whats within.
Ill probe your mind and collect your thoughts, ill destroy your goals and everything
you have sought.
Ill rearange your hope of living a normel life, ill drain its meaning and possess it with
strife.
Everyday youll hurt, and shed so many tears, realizing the reality of your biggest
fear.
Attempt to fight youll only make it worse, I am a disease mixed with a curse.
There is no cure I wont go away, Ill only grow more and more every day.
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