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Blood swirls about my feet,
life taken, spilling on me.
I feel it's heat.
Soul wisps past me,
off to it's destiny.
carcass whimpers softly,
begging me.
Mercy I do not possess.
Endless, relentless is my quest.
Leviathan whispers in my ear
"more death I desire".
Willingly I hear.
Mine is a task never done,
a work of art, never complete.
Rending of flesh from soul.
Before my blade, life is obsolete.
I am the one you dread
I am the one you fear
I am closing in now;
Can't you hear?

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