Spirits mean nothing to anyone...
Not anymore...
Not anytime...
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Its like roasting s'mores
A sight to shrivel for,
But a taste that installs avarice.
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The gift of another's spirit...
Is the daily diet of Hades...
Frigid gloves won't save your hands from its stinging touch...
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How come humanity doesn't see the use of a soul?
Temporary tools that won't last you a lifetime...
Only the moment of sadism saves you...