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And now this box...a useless box. someone Please tell me what the hell its for. I really don't know anymore, come to think of it I don't think I ever did. what was that? you're lips parted as to tell me something. yet nothing came out, are you're lungs empty? you're lips are rather pale the medics aren't able to help you. why did you not tell someone to come for you, the allies are filled with blood and horror tales, lingering like lurking mad dogs. with a rough sigh I look into you're lifeless eyes with awe. so little and not enough time to expand you're dreams, you're ideas, you're life. not enough to show for and share. a bed of pain and death lies in the shadows where you rest, cradled by her now. dead sent, hell bent...heaven twisted. halo's on sell for all time sake. but don't tell their big guy up stairs, he might blow a vain..in which case would be bad if anyting is beyond death