Bloody wolf
lies a long hyaena
heart suffers storm naively
as the mad mother tempting lips iniquity fatal crow
leaving
slowly remember it is sin
admire the view was
death before the emptiness of their madness spit
crazy hands penalty frightening night of fear
admire
seeing ghosts flame was hard to
Is not this the irony of fate, the broken rose is blasphemous as between reality and madness of the slaughter?
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