Ye shall have no peace of mind,
shadows through the time will find,
ye shall giveth up thy will,
malice shall thy heart refill.
Ye shall feel but not a thing,
winds shall cease and birds not sing,
ye shall sense but 'tis forshort,
evil hath ye truly caught.
Kith and kin shall turn and bite,
fires shall thy neighbours light,
peace exhales in gasping breath,
former friends invite thy death.
Ye shall pay the highest cost,
innocence and youth be lost,
ye shall crumble but to dust,
drifting grains of wrongful lust.
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Again, rather strange... I love the language of the whole thing, and esp the last stanza.
Stay sick
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Thank you me dear, appreciated.
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Eerie! I like it
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