Now that a life you take
Has it added unto thee
An ample life of
Forever chains
On half-life stretched roofs?
Without an apple heart,
Red is the colour you paint
Exquisitely to perfection
Satisfying a pain
O! what a passion.
Hiding in a cryosphere
Politics its the core
Wish less I could care
For your iced-tears
Is not far from shred.
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