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The Tortured Soul

Falling, falling, falling,

I find myself going insane

Failing to rid the fetid stench of it,

I cry out, this foul stench be worse than pain

Begging, asking why, only to be hit

Finally, I am completely broken

Collapsing to the floor, I stare limply

Staggering, seeing moving will burden,

Laying there on the cold floor, convulsively;

Retching, retching, retching,

Give up on hope

My clouded mind screams to me

As the whip cracks, I feel the burning rope

Driving me down, down,

to muddy knee

Silence engulfs me and I can't see

Shattered, reduced to shards, undone

I cast my soul to the sea

Goodbye Qui-Gon Jinn

Goodbye Forever