puking as I smell the foul scent of him
I took his voice
freeing him from his vice
I took his eyes
enlightenning him from the truth that lies
I whispered sympathy into his mind
yet with empathy he declined
So I forced a pole through his chest
impaling him on his eternal rest
I am looking at him
smiling as I purified him
This is his change, his becoming.
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