Yes,
It does not matter how many times your
Skin is torn,
Bones crushed,
It does not matter how much blood is spilt...
You always come back to life
Unable to die,
A hallow shell.
Yet,
The pain is always felt
Everytime death approaches
Tasted again is its sweet kiss
Agonizing pain
Horrible suffering
As you face eternal life
A wretched monster
...Just like me.
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