Traitorous demon
burning like the sin of lying sob meet its purpose
fear of the dark like a tear to see the hidden fault as fleeting transience mother
Your yearning among the leaves and sometimes
it has a slow
lethal storm dies caution
between the broken and desolate shiftless life burns on
lethal and awareness between the hyena is fighting with the recent suns
Is not this the irony of fate that appears in the black ravens ruddy alone?
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