Phoenix

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I see the inevitable,

Just lurking there in the shadows.

Will you carry me away,

O messenger of Death?

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You will take me far away,

From the world I've come to hate,

Away from the pain the anger I've endured,

And chain me to a bloody rock.

Death will come with curse in hand,

And a wicked smile curved on his lips.

"Wretch." He will whisper, "Whore."

"You will suffer greatly in my grasp."

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And he'll beat me fist after fist,

And rape me with my own sins.

He'll carve my soul with a jagged knife,

And condemn it to the flames of Hell,

Where it will be burned to a blackened crisp.

Jaded and worn, I will scream.

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And I will rise,

An angel from the ashes.

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A.N: sry for the many dashes. i don't think fictionpress or my comp lyks me --;;