There would be nothing, as nothing there would be. Waiting in hunger, everyone would see.
They'd have been outcasted, outcasted they'd have been. The salvation lessened, and they turn pale and green.
As they ventured through the space, the space they ventured through. It was liminal and infinite, and he had been withdrew.
There was nothing he could do, he could do nothing. Seething and wavering, as blood was bleeding and gushing.
It's never too late, too late? Never. As his back was stunted, He was waiting forever.
As he grew rusty, rusty he grew, his heart turned black, as he was all in a stew.
He couldn't do anything, anything he couldn't do, as they were dead inside, his words untrue.
As I tell you this, tell you this I shall... I am that same person, waiting to be released, now...
But that's a story for another day or two, another day for another story or two. And just remember...
I'll always be watching you.
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