My muse, I write for you,
my angel of death.
I promise, I will write,
'till my very last breath.
I write for those,
who are forlorn.
I write for the one,
who shouldn't have been born.
I write of beautiful red walls,
blood dripping like wine.
Of the death of many,
Of the birth of time.
My muse, I write for you,
just one last time.
With this paper and pen,
I shall become one of the divine.

 
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