Jacob: Coming to TermsI. Like mist on water Incorporeal, emptyJacob: Coming to Terms
Memories of you
II.
Despair, then anger Loss grips my body, clenching Seasons caterwaul
III. I am nothing but
The only animal to Comprehend vengeance IV. When I take your heart You will never know what hit You, son of a bitch
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