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Ending The Perpetual Tragedy

The stillness of a corpse is unnerving, it is the physical form of death
The air is cold
And I am certain someone, somewhere is laughing
I am colder than the air,
My heart is deeper than an ocean.
Its pain is focus: a focus as brutal as the stillness of a corpse.
The stillness of a corpse is unnerving
On this day let them all be unnerved
The blood of the dead mixes with the blood of the gouging of mine eyes.
The truest tragedy complete, and in perpetuity,
As this is the will of the imbiciles who thirst for blood, blind as bats.
There are no more lessons to be learned,
Man unlearns wisdom as swiftly as it digs its own grave.
If he must dig, let him dig for himself.
I will bury the corpses of thoes that would bury mine,
Or that of my beloved.
The blood of mine eyes,
Mixes with the blood of mankind.
It will cleanse the world,
This scorched jet blood.
It will cleanse the world.
This is a tragedy....

-Shai Hulud