Poem -
Corruption
To me is to see,
Deep within the,
That of a heartless soul,
To hold evil,
To hold cold,
Not that I know,
What exactly,
My future holds.
Fortunes told,
To the souls that sold,
Heart after hearts of wretched gold,
They ate me alive,
Then told me no,
For being the one,
To create my mold.
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Ignore that comment o_o