We hide in the shadows,
asphyxiated with fear.
A bump in the darkness,
fills us with terror.

We are but a spirit,
devoid of glee,
flickering unnoticed across the
obscene image.
Snatched up from where we rest.
Cast aside as if decaying scraps
left for the rats.

Thrown behind barriers into an
unfamiliar realm.
Consumed with disease.
No longer profitable.
No use for the frail, feeble souls
of the damned.

Pitched into the chambers of demise.
Engulfed in the flames of eternal rest.
 
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