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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
