Fit For An Autopsy - Oh What the Future Holds

Grieve. Servant. Lesser man.
Plead to close the hole inside, betrayer of self.
The exit wound seeps with the fading pulse of the prey.
Consequence stains the soul, never to be erased.

The god that gives always takes away.

Oh what the future holds, it’s worse than you know.

Written by:
Will Putney

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