Im sorry,
for being what I am,
even though,
your kind,
are the ones who created me,
and killed the one,
who should be here,
instead,
of this shell of flesh,
that before eyes,
stands cold and dead,
looking upon you,
with anticipation,
of anything other then pain,
and utter dread,
of the pain,
that your kind,
has given to me,
created within me,
and slowly killing me,
all the screams in my mind,
that numb my brain,
and twist and slither,
with pain behind my eyes,
waiting to escape,
pain given will,
given hate,
im truley sorry,
for what you created,
though it was ment to be,
a sign,
maybe a test at first,
but then changed...,
uncreation....
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