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life lineThe trees whisper and cry my name. The grass wilts as I crawl upon it. The creatures shriek as I feed. The life drains from it, I bekon for more. I tear away in fury, I beat it's skull on the ground. Why won't you listen?! Listen to me! It's body is shattered and twisted. It speaks to me " why do youlife line
torture me?" '' we are the same aren't we?" I am nothing like you! I cry. I claw at the body before me. I strip away my skin. I sear my eyes and let my blood flow over it. See! See! You are different! you are a creature worse than death itself! I am healing, I am.. am.. "Dying" It smiles at me. I lay there letting the air escap
A promiseWe are the slaves of our souls. Death is our keeper. We silently wait for him to bring us blood to end our suffering. Yet it does not come. For hell is our sanctuary. We are unwillingly following demons with rifles protruding out of their arms. There voices demanding and hateful. you shall all die in these grounds to be sacrifices. While we run back into our cells underground. You will all be reborn into creatures like us. Don't worry, you may be unarmed now but soon you will grow claws that are craving raw flesh and blood of others. They sneer at us, now showing us their twisted fangs and long tongues. A loud clang sounds around us, beA promise
Puppet9,8,7,6,5,4. Your lucky my child, because the longer I count, the longer you have to live. But why mommy? I ask. SHUT UP! I then get a deep gash to the side of my face, from mommy's knife. It starts to bleed horribly, and I cry. It doesn't hurt that much! mommy cries. 8,7,6. I stop crying and simply stare at the creature who has replaced my mommy. I'm tied to a chair I realize suddenly. I then look at the window, It's barley open. I scream for help, hoping someone outside will hear me. SHUT UP! My mommy shrieks. 7,6,5. Don't be a bad little girl! Listen to me! 6,5,4. I scream even louder now, as I see a man come tPuppet
A little peice of youWill you need me? For I need you. Are you comfortable? The pillows made of silk and thread. The bed made of fluffy down. I see that your scared. Well don't be, I'll help you get more comfortable... just relax. As she kisses the dead corpse on the silk layered bed, next to you, you pray that you've seen this eternal creature for the last time. then she turns to you. Your the new one aren't you? A look of hunger upon her, as she peers into your heart. Your one of the most beautiful ones I've collected aren't you? She licks your lips tenderly. You are chained to the bed with slivers of fear gripping your heart. She takes out a needle filleA little peice of you
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Everyone is fighting for their separate freedom, small or large. With all of us focusing on that hope... Do you really think that we have the free time to be frightened or take revenge?
- Nagi, Deadman Wonderland
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