My pet has died.
I saw him buried knee deep
In the garden, next to a real emblem.
Some time in this day,
The weapon is my pet cat,
Ronny so he is called,
Also by the sky and the land
And the very sea.
I'll speak of sadness as a last resort,
I have a companion in my midst
And he is called Lucifer.
He is a friendship known to those with sticks,
Like that of a man with them.
He used to be my friend,
My dad was death now and then,
But so mimes me in ways of man.
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