Rise.
Darkness fill the broken conscience.
A weakness lasting but a moment.
The darkness around me strikes.
I turn to protect.
My weakness exploited, the sea leaves me.
But it stays with me, as well.
My forearm, tainted by the impure.
A dark spot marks it, reminding me of my failure.
Reminding me of my purpose.
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You should really get that dark spot on your arm checked out, it might be infectous.
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