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The waiting

He's from another dimension,
Hell is where he has been.
Glorified with something that picked his brain, called sin.
Alas he put himself back out on the road.
Terrified by strangers, that's another story been told.
No face to call his own,
burned by his own fate.
Still shredding off his skin,
his only horror is the wait.
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