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Fallen from a place unknown
It stretches tired thoughts bound numb
Recalling serenity in a place far away
It begins grimacing & baring teeth filed by words
Unrelenting a spectre of past approaches
The sprawling figure gasps through parched lips
"Why?"
The phantom mearly shakes it's clothed head
"For your pennace, my child"
With a sweeping gesture it reveals the truth
Another lifetime of debauchery and sin
Showing a white face the lies he's believed
While the creature mearly beckons him to follow
"Do you understand now my child?"
Confusion swirls and begins anew
For this was lost, this was forgotten
Again the words ring hollow in his ear
"Why"