Up from the floor
Covered with gore
Some life ends
And some begins
Necks all broken
Wounds tore open
Up in the moon
The people of death start to croon
Emerge from the past
lose yourself in the blast
Come and go as you will
But as long as you’re here, please don’t kill.

gryphn My bad writing

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