Left behind like food that wasn't eaten...
Cut off from crucial source of sustenance...
Spoiled, soured rotting..a benevolent being of abandonment....
Oh decay, I say, must you sit and wait so long?
Whilst the throng tramples upon the maggots...
And faggots...as in logs not homosexuals idiot...
Burn at light speed...
Beautiful colors of fascination...creation...
Ashes to ashes... one mustn't strife...
For dark as death...it brings one life.
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