User:Shammiesgun/Void Filled Empathy


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The smell of the living,

I do so despise.

There great cause,

let to my demise.

I live again,

to serve another.

Never in peace,

protests in mutter.

Their soft skin,

are not as pale.

I should be dead,

in a coffin with nails.

Again I fight,

never at peace.

An endless at war,

never to cease.

In the Ebon Hold,

I sharpen my blade.

Waiting for the horn,

right before I fade.