In the confines of a hollow heart
Lies a giant of stone that never falls apart
Carrying the wrath that crushes every baulk
He became the guide of his own squawk
Walking alone through the void
Just searching the promised joy
Heading towards the spot
Where the wolf reaper resides
Feeling that hollow hole becoming deeper inside
Gushing its blood on the bastards
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