This is my poem on what I think Jeri could be thinking while she's in the D-
Reaper bubble thing..
Its quite a strange poem a sort of on the spur of the moment thing so it
might no be to good..
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The light is dieing,
The dark is consuming,
The balance is gone.
The evil is gathering, plotting, deceiving.
The innocent lie tortured, screaming and broken.
Then all is gone,
Chaos ruling,
The void has come.
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that is what you get when you cross depression, evenesence and a bad poet!