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Taken
Matter swept into the chaos.
Any soul had floated into the ether.
It just sorta drifted through the vessel.
Holding the blood hostage –
For the metal pulsing in your chest.
From pitying your deceived state.
To The fear pulsing in my chest.
You found shelter –
From The form.
You never questioned –
Why The entrance emanated.
With the same sickly teal.
The horrors never prick hardened clay.
You watched them get carried away.
Same as I did.
Yet you still smiled –
While
You became The form.
A pad without a lily.
A pad without a stem.
The Lambent 