What Remains Is Black

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evil fluid runs through my veins and feeds my heart with gloomy plans hasty load inflames my soul raises my cross engrafts some viciousness opens wounds enrage my mind clenches my fist freezes my sympathy exiles forgiveness darkens my wits controls m

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