There is a face

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Which on the years that followed my life, it never ended

but it followed in a form of a life while i raced my mind into 

the ground that laid me deeper that Tartarus itself.

Upon this i built all my cage that kept binding me in the hollowed 

halls of Sigyn but does not poison me while i dwell upon the musings

of Atlas himself.

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