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 Ode Of Agony by Aidyn Alexander Prentice Aidyn, the immortal, yeah that's me. Yes, I will die, but I'll be a burning memory. Your pain will be eternal, even after you die. The pain will torment you forever, till they're no more tears to cry. My pain has been the same, inflicted me by you, You know my destination, but I know yours too. You head to nowhere, and I head to Hell, The sound of my heart breaking, shattered the Reaper's Bell. You can't feel my anger, You can't feel my pain, You can't feel my torment, driving me insane. I know this poem is disturbing, but give it second thought, This ode of mine is all your fucking fault. When we so callously argued, and so heatedly we fought, I strode away, my solitude I sought. I hate you, yet in the name of the love I had for you, and our chosen doom, I will spare you eternal damnation, and perish on my own in my world of gloom.
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