Final Curse

FINAL CURSE

Painted my corpse, On the
Grave of treachery;
Puffed it with
grass and smoke;

The filthy air suffocated -
The senses;
But I could still feel you
On the bed of patience;

We knew the pain
Would follow us,
Alas it left us
with no choice...

It left us with NO CHOICE



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