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Disoriented, I awoke mutilated

From the wounds I incurred to gaze upon

The mangled contortions that were once my kin

Strewn about like broken dolls

Their fragile forms barely containing the onset decay

Unto what fresh hell have I been cast

What manner of beast could commit such atrociously vile deeds

I retch from the stench and vomit

Coating the floor in my vitriolic emissions

I feel a pit growing in my soul

Pulsating with sinister intent

Congruent with the revelation

Of what has been and what must be done

I am not human anymore

You took that away from me

O what pleasure I will feel in taking it from you

It has been several days since I was cast into this void

Yet it feels as though a century has come and gone

Despair is short-lived

As the urgency of revenge takes hold

I am seething with spectacular malice

I am ordained in enmity

Funeral bells ring in the distance

Heeding your siren call, I will walk

Through this melancholic abyss shaped by death

Towards my absolution