Fury from darkness
I carry my blade
Into the fire
I die this day
Your voice still haunts me
Your sadistic lullaby
The sting, it taunts me
From when you bid me goodbye
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Fury from darkness The sting, it taunts me From when you bid me goodbye
... Author notesWow....forced rhyming and all that crap. Not to mention that it's not even finished... Hmm...Thoughts...Comments
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