In this room, darkness pervades.
The scent of Death thick
while I lay here in shackles.
The only light comes from a candle's small wick.
...
He sits there,
watching the others.
But not me.
I'm always the odd ball.
...
I do not believe in a deity,
I do not believe in god.
I do not care if I offend you,
Excuse me if this seems odd.
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