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Death Speaks


You whisper venom in his ear,
"Do it.
It will be better. Do you hear?"
Which instilled in me a terrible paralyzation.
And when he induced his own demise,
You reveled in my tears and cries,
As his crimson life left.
From the earth you cut his tethers,
As he grew magnificent feathers,
And began to soar.
Soon I followed in his path,
And you gave me all your wrath,
Because it wasn't meant for me.

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