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What a lovely time for death!

Through these broken down walls,

In the eyes of a broken down girl,

The sweet image of revenge is among the grands,

Sweeping her into the bloody hands of despair,

While shes constantly gasping for air,

She stares down onto the world as she starts dying
without a care,

Again I can say, "What a lovely time for death!"
Poem by XrockXdaXhouseX