Damned Plunge
As one without meaning in life,
He took a deep breath before plunging,
Deep into her depths of glorious demise, like men who were done with life,
And made their public descent down the great stone tunnels into an all embracing darkness.
A smile on the face, but an agonizing face of horror hidden in the blackness of death.
Aye, he lost his will,
Even so, his soul was lost.
The Deed was finally done.
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