DEATH, you plant your rust in blood.
DEATH, you take love, and kick it,
pervert it, laugh at it, untill
there is no more, not even a spoon
full.
DEATH, you smote life, you kick it
in the balls, drink up the sweet,
then watch, as they dig a new grave.
AND a child wails,
and a mother wails,
and a father wails,
AND a war in heaven and hell, brings
it all togethere as one.
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AAAAH THE 2 STAPLES IN THE HEART OF THE LIVING! NICE WRITE, SIR DAVID OF ABSTRACT ATTENTMEANT '''''''''''''''''''FRANK