set from precious stones, born
of desperation and taken to
the grave, the tried life turned
true, a final descent is upon us
the blood cold and boiling,
seeks it's respite in your lungs
make no mistakes, don't ever
hesitate ,
pushing and kneeling head straight
into the void, of nothing to be
nothing gained, nothing strained
tooth for an eye, like a single blow of the wind around you and crush the
closest sore nere you.
©munch77
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