IRREGULIARIS
Dirty blood drips from his mortal wounds
Splattering and mixing with the other dirt that his body could not magnetize
The red liquid is all that is left of him that has life
Even that will be depleted shortly
All that remains in his possession is a body left in extreme frailty
It was ready to drop for the last time
At any moments notice
The apocalypse has come to greet him early
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Demons watch as he struggles
It is their only form of amusement; for now
But the afterwards is unknown
Will he be theirs for more entertainment or the light's?
No one knows the answer to that in the present
But the future knows and it will reveal soon
How soon?
Soon
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I killed him
No! He's supposed to be lifeless by now!
Why does he still fight even in death?
The cold arms will embrace him soon
But why does it feel like they are caressing my heart instead
Ice stakes protrude outwards of my heart
Hell's fury will try to swallow me
I am already in its jaws waiting to be crushed
They will close soon and it will rather gulp me whole with every piece of me intact
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He is gone
Our hero suffers for his beliefs
He will surely have glory in the skies
He brought us joy; they know that
He brought us love; they know that also
He brought us courage; that too they know
He partly died for us; that they cannot deny
He chose the selfish path; that path only death walks
He did not want to decay in self-loathe
He is gone
He will be missed
He will be seen again
That is certainly certain
Believe it!