(XLVII) Dead
My skin seeps red;
And the symphonies
of the dead
Fill my head
And fill me with dread.
And with that being said,
My reign is over.
You'll find me dead.
WTF was I even writing. I was just rhyming words all the whole time. Anyway . . . Enjoy.
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