The agony,
the fire,
the screams.
Your legs are broken,
your scull is cracked,
your arms are sore,
because the long drop down.
The devil didn't care if it hurts,
neither do I,
because I'm just the voice In your head.
no one can help you.
Now your soul is lost,
now your soul is gone,
now your soul is mine.
Still nothing to say?
Now one can hear your screams.
and now it is your time to be reincarnated into another pointless human
in the world.
©isabella
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