Exit Signs No Where To Go
No Where To Come From
You Are The Wicked One
The Rose Beeds Quickly
Yet Cautiously
So Not To Wake The Undead
The Veiw Is Empty
The Jury Quiet
I Am The Wicked One
Do Not Disturb The Young Boy
As He Looks At His Mothers Glass Face
So Fragile And Delicate
As It Crashes
To The Cold Of The Urban Cement
You Shal Not Cry
Through The Windshield We All Fly
The Evil Rises Once Again
The Iredecent Eyes Gleaming
Like The Face Of The Silent Moon
He Is The Wicked One
The Empty Soul
The Wicked One Forever Watches
As We Wither Away
Just As The Bleeding Roses Petals Fall
And The Silent Jury Reaches Its Final Verdict.
Death.

 
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