Flowers of destruction
Blooming on a disused grave
Where a poor boy lays
Forgotten
He didn't believe in war
He didn't believe in sickeness
Of corrupted people
Rotten
He left too soon
Friend of everyone
Friend on no one
Beaten
Hurt to death
by nightmares and daydreams
outcast fool
Silent
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