THE COLORS OF DEATH
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Green petals of perfection
Unfold from watery eyes
Black death lifts to surround
As you enslave yourself with lies
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The gold halo is tilted
Held aloft by a pair of horns
Your red rose has wilted
Leaving dry, poisonous thorns
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Blood-red hate is what sustained you
Leaving memories of its wrath
Everything gray and dying
Unseen is the aftermath
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A silver haze surrounds you
As your body lies in its grave
Green petals of perfection
You are the maggots' slave.