A Wave Of Limpid Blue Rushes Through The River
As I Stare Into an Empty Gaze
Provoked By Lamentation
I Recite A Relieved
Sigh In Resonant Tone
I Burnt All Of You With A Flick Of A Stick And Flame From A Match
All Is Left To A Burnt Crisp Of Nothingness As Dry As Funeral Drum
You Are Now But A Walking Skeleton On My Eyes
But It The One Holding The Scythe
I Am Death Of You
Beautiful Bloodshed Murder
Beautiful Bloodshed Murder

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