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Description
Blood runs cold, oxygen leaves it's lungs, lack of heartbeat; A doll.
No soul, it's gone.
Our doll left to rot or burn.
The pain it felt in living, the worry it ounce felt, now a memory.
Everything that made it human has disappeared.
Death is the final happiness, because of the nothingness in it's eyes.
A doll holds no feelings for the world it left behind.
It's the soul that dwelt within it that we should cry bitter tears of remembrance.
Honest tears brought on by our souls loss of a brethren.

Description
Blood runs cold, oxygen leaves it's lungs, lack of heartbeat; A doll.
No soul, it's gone.
Our doll left to rot or burn.
The pain it felt in living, the worry it ounce felt, now a memory.
Everything that made it human has disappeared.
Death is the final happiness, because of the nothingness in it's eyes.
A doll holds no feelings for the world it left behind.
It's the soul that dwelt within it that we should cry bitter tears of remembrance.
Honest tears brought on by our souls loss of a brethren.