chapterone
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Rise from your black grave
Feel the pulse of my blackened heart
Match your ideals with my most base urges
You are my shadow; I am your death
You are my humanity and my mortality
I am not a strong poet nor a good storyteller,so please do not expect a sonnet or anything stellar.What I am about to type is nothing but a mere thought,A youngster at ten I thought these thoughts I sought to fought
