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Contributor: Jonah Swann Cromwell

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When I thought of the beast
the beast, the tormentor of my dreams
By the grave, I saw the storms
My passion is living in that death
In a kingdom full of beast-men
Deep into that darkness, howling
On that day, my soul will sprout scales
on that day, I become all that I ever was
As beastly as the beast that beats me.

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Jonah easily holds grudges, is very slow to trust other people and feels ill at ease in open spaces.


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