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Spirits Sat as Mourners (Frank - Jodah - Moms)
But those holy words are no match for me... the Beast.
I would end this tale
with a venomous wail,
as I allow those creatures who live in the dark
to tear your very soul apart,
as they stare into the solemn face
of the hypocrisy who would try to change your fate.
It is futile to search for light
when you didn't take such care in life.
Now my dear just rest your head.
Regret has no use for the dead.
Take your place upon this dark road that offers no grace
for you have made no grand contribution to the human race
& tho your soul has fed the beast in me
there is no need to take these things personally
for what you've sowed has now been reaped
& this is just a job to me.