I kneel crying at the foot of a grave.
I kneel there thinking of the person that I had lost.
The person that I had lost once was mighty.
They were cunning and sly.
But, yet, they were dark.
The person that I cry for;
The person that I cry to faces the west and has a demon that watches over the grave.
He is, was, me.
I know that one day he will rise from beneath the rubble that we, as a society, call SIN and destroy those that destroyed him.
He will come back and finish what he was meant to do.
But, for the time being he will lie dormant contemplating what his move will be.















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