Eventide the woodland shook. Lain beside the bloody lake Cultivated dolor's bleak, Ultimate of tolls to take. An explosion pierces night, Bending oceans generate The pervading violent shot Permeating silent state. Spent in fear and lonely loss, Twenty years in one day pass; Lips', the pistol's spurning hiss Rips through gristle, burning brass. Venom spat down in his ear Sent him rattled; blackened stars Leering down. He won't endure. Searing round in seething scars. Everything like ichor flows, Severing the grim disease Slain along with he who dies, Lain among the tender trees. Vicious lusts made him their slave, And pernicious whims that leave Deadly wonder grieving love, Sundered on this evil eve.
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