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PruHun: End of TimeYou've built your liesPruHun: End of Time by MeridianNightfall
Above this sin
You hold my hand
Before the end comes
Forgiving me for what I've done till the end of days
The sky is dark again.
But that's nothing new; it's usually always dark on this side. There are those rare moments where the clouds part, where I can actually see the sun, but as soon as that spark of hope burns, it is snuffed. Far too quickly.
I live in fear.
I have never lived in fear before.
I'm sitting on the edge, waiting, always waiting. I'm trapped behind this thick curtain, a curtain of iron. A curtain of iron that smothers my sense of time, my grasp on reality, my ability to grasp my identity.
I'm used to being caged, shut down, degraded. No one gives a damn that it doesn't work for me. No one understands that I'm a free spirit; I'm meant to run, to yell, to shout, to scream, to fight. But since when has anyone actually cared?
And now, here I am. On the ground, on all fours, my breaths coming out in uneven intervals, my vision blurring, the bl