Sitting in a daydream, of dazed wishes,Living stiff gold, in an awry hallucination.
Singing truths, and blissful lies,Frozen realities and blasphemous cries.
To the grim reaper, a request so profound,To take away, the lies and howls.
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Draconian breaths of life profound,Senectitude never-ending and sound.
A subtle call to Tartarus in the seems,Cataclysm of the day to last forever.
Sheen of the teary eyed face,The end of the witches a race.
Dead leaves afar and below abound,Ashes, ashes reverberates the tin bell sound.
Shunned darkness all risen alive,Flowery graves of gunshots suffice.
Miniscule hope of a trodden bone,Live anew, to sins atoned.
