One mistake
Entrails of blood sting the air
The night sky bleaches our thought
The singing of the mocking bird breaches the silence
The deeds of a murderer ring throught the darkness
The vain lay, in wasteful ruins
The horrid seem, so full of delight
The terrible, prey on the weak
The mistake, one so terrible
My hands, are full of blood
The envy, of myself
The mindless, cries in my mind
My insanity, breeches into reality
I went, on a demented venture
To seek, vengeance on dark deeds
And now, i lay in regret
To what, what i have done.
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