Death
The fresh scent of death
The adorno it created
The music of black and white
Soft . . . sweet.
Yet 'deadly'
The smell of grief
Reaching, raging
UNACCEPTABLE
O you! Mortal of evanescence!
Killing spree of darkness
Taste death, inhale it
Every drop at the bottle of the dead.
Emptiness will be filled
Pinning you down
Like what you've done
A sinful brat, DESERVES 'death'!
May the death,
Be blessed upon you
Hear the laughter of hell
May those tongues be buried
Hear the screams of conscience
Do 'you' have one??!
I curse you, with all my might!
O witches of Manx! Begone 'him'!
