Acid

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I stand in the darkness thinking

Lightning lights the bitter sky

The winds scream in horror

As demoniac abominations crawl

In the deep dark shadows

There lies a body

Eyes open

Black with knowing

Staples run along the face

No longer can she speak her evil

damnation,

No more echoes

No more voices

No more diabolical whispers

Rain begins washing flesh

The burn of acid refreshing

All that's left is empty echoing

My sin bathing in the acid of words.

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