From whence lacerations consume,
And blood seeps through,
When internal war surfaces,
And bereavement has been long overdue.
Whence thou hast fallen,
Blood falls from the sky.
My eternal angst and compulsion,
Hath bereaveth thine.
Euthanasia hath failed,
And torment breaks through,
Affliction consumes the mind,
My time of judgement is due.
Thine sword strikes thee,
Blood spills to the ground,
Darkness crawls closer,
Necrosis has been found.
From whence lacerations consume,
And blood seeps through,
When internal war surfaces,
And bereavement has been long overdue.
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