Child Of No God
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Through a pit of cold, lifeless earth
With an empty sky devoid of light,
A purpose is demanded from an
Uncaring and selfish nihility.
Carved with an agony unbefitting
Of a nonexistantant,
Of breath not given, but forced
By the onde of earth untempered,
A twisted visage crawls anoxic.
Misshapen hands claw at a barren face;
A sculptor blind to its creations.
Within a pit and below that empty sky,
It becomes the wrath of a child of no god.

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