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i woke up with a spark in my handafter entering that state of mindblack phantoms swooped through the linesan army far more superior than any otherwith a great number of units.i destroyed oneand i destroyed them allmoving fast taking the lives of the animatedtrying to free my mindso that i escape this foretelling miserybecause death is just breathingi call it a sub-poem because its not one of my serious works. just something i need to get out of my head :)this poem is literally about me fighting zombies in a labyrinth inside a black void :D
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