No more than revenge courses my veins,
the taste of bitter and putrid anger in my mouth,
the dragons of white smoke hover above my head while I take the last smoke
Yours is the fault of my future crimes,
the always mentioned necessity of tears,
the abandonment I have imposed in myself,
the sweat and pain of another day.
All is confusion now that the anger is flowing free,
never will I know what I have done to thee,
crystal skulls shaped in demonic forms,
and my blood-stained hands painting the walls.
I just want to collapse,
get my sadness away,
for of your earthen pleasures, human life,
I have purged my soul of.
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