Stripped of all it's meaning,
Flesh and bones,
Like sticks and stones,
Hardened like the human soul,
The life that once was,
Gazes at me in fear,
A develish smile remains,
Frozen of all it's meaning...
The wanderer asks..
In these fragments that I pieced,
Am I the human,
Or am I just the beast...
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