The facial features
Specks and ravaged crevices
He must have been a
Happy nuisance
He had gone further away
From the potential
Banging a bullet
In his terrorising face
Saw them turning away
Nailing the coffin
Expecting a prophet
The lumps to erase
He went to see the doctor
Applied chemicals
Married the ocean floor
Stuck to the corners of his blue room
Aren't you attracted to the ways
His beard grows even today?
The battle of the flood
Was won by dark today.
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