If my child should die before me

The sweetness of youth.
A smile that sings.
Eyes alight.
Insanely butchered.
Perverse drooling.
Horrific beyond restraint.

Lord of the dance.
Lust is murder
For the brave man.
High, slaughtering general
In a white feathered army.

Mort knows your name.
His, before your time.
I'd love to see you suffer.
Too much to be called a crime.

The sweetness of youth.
A smile that sings.
Eyes alight.
Insanely butchered.
Perverse drooling.
You cannot even pray,
For you have no God.


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