A
thousand miles to your grave stepping stone
Imagine
my fault it was. Rough...
A
mountain spikes as your late resting bone
Visualize
I called unjust. Slough...
Beauty
or Beast, your look is important?
Essence
of your life seems little
Kindness
or Vice, your jouk is recurrent?
Presence
of your mire keeps brickle
Trek
- my only objective of penance
Entrust
my tool to your frailty
Encrust
my ruin to your bailey
Yet...
my holey connective is remnant
The
dusk spots I, eyes reflect its mirage
One
last sunset uniquely glares
The
must log die, night effects rich brillance
One
mass foxfire deathily glazes
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