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 --;;