To the Departed

I sit here now, the thoughts loom about me
An aggressive air of one you can't conceive
A sucking vortex, murder on my breath of an act I won't concede
Rouge dwells there, splattered in the cavern of memories
I sit here now, my doom about me
And I say this to you, justice you won't receive
Because still I won't concede





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