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Flurries in the grove
written by Genocide Reaper05:51 AM 3/23/05Flurries of snow fall upon the plum tree in the grove.
Watch as the soft icy powder fills the cove.
Frozen over like our love.
Cold, deadly and bloody.
A sight of gruesome murder.
The symbol of true tenderness.
Nestled deep within the pitch black sky is the glowing moon.
Within the heart of sin is the burning son.
Falter not as you come across the fallacy in a frame.
Fearlessly stare the fools in the eyes.
Turn the tables and ease the knife up.
Sink it deep into the pit where once a heart did beat.
Let the enemies feel the pain of defeat.
Watch the bodies decay in the red snow.
In time roses will grow. |
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