Your Grave - Poem by Vanesa Rabic
On your grave, I will bring the curse.
Rather flowers I will bring the sorrow into your withered heart.
However, one thing still missing, that is the key hidden behind your minds.
The key of everything what is to perform you…?
Tonight the nature is rise up against the life, against all wishes and dreams.
With your own sin you are awake the evil that in one breath delight the flame of eternity.
All or nothing, choice is yours.
You have two ways, but only one is the right way.
The way that will bring you back into my life.
I will to bestow a little dropp of my love into that withered heart, let them take you away…
However, remember, you have two ways, but only one is the right way.
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