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Death is what I am

I ride along these hell bent wings
The lullaby of death is all I sing
Watching as dawn turns to dust
All I can feel are these sick humans lust

Some might call me death
With wings as a butterfly who knows only death
Others call me life
Who destroys all life with my great scythe

As I walk forest to forest
I wonder why these flowers would even bother to flourish
One single flower is burned
Then an great field of flowers die that is what I learned

Under my feet death seeps
Wilting flowers then starts to weep
That is who I am and who ill always be
A death god, an angle of death, death is who I am and who I’ll always be

I cannot understand life nor will I try
I believe everyone who tries can only tell a lie
What life is and how it may seem
Why would a being like me even wonder about such a thing

Maybe just to show how much I’ve fallen
But life stills ends up calling
For am end of something eternal
Death seeps out of every fiber of my being to end this eternal

A heaven I’ll never know
An eternal damnation I can only show
Being force to walk this endless death bent road
Just shows that my life really is cold.

This is who I am
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