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This site
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Death of a Soul
Copyright © 1997 by CGSG
The vulture of darkness hovers ever close by,
Waiting high from its vantage point as a soul slowly dies.
Patiently waiting until the moment is just right,
The vast void of darkness begins his descent in full flight.
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Razor talons, painfully sharp and cold as glinting steel,
entwine a faintly beating heart injecting their deadly chill.
Great wings of darkness close tightly to envelop their prey,
Sucking out all light, dousing the last tiny ray.
Darkness complete.
A heart ceases to beat.
Another soul loses.
It silently dies.
The world, it keeps on living,
Never understanding why.
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