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Seasons
by
Redpyramidhead
Sicken me in the presence of a frail goat
upon an autumn crossing
Thickened thinned blood the sentence of surreal choke
upon an autumn crossing
And of its wind beautifully intoxicating
And tragically the leaves wicked and cursed
Colorfully evil and in the essence of this season
Beyond, beyond, the blood, the lies, the tears, the leaves,
could always choke on one
Beyond sickened, the love 'twas 'live, the tears, the leaves,
could always choke on one
And tragic are the leaves...
And tragically the leaves...
To glare into Death's eyes with as much fury as one could manage,
but only to sink back into one's self
And to have not the heart to express emotions of anger into the face of Death,
Her softness too powerful, as is the look of care in her eyes
Blame lay not with her...
Blame lay not with her...
Death, who is also Life
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"..loathsome laughing, mixed with such a cry as no man has heard save for in the phlegathon of unrelatable nightmares; a cry wherein reverberated the horror and anguish of a haunted lifetime packed into one atrocious moment..."
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