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River So Anti-divine

River So Anti-Divine

Thy shed silent tears, red
With cruelty the flames of hatred and regret
Feel a soft lulling, life within
Into their ever so shifting minds
Like claws from the earth
Wherein the dead know no time
Your inner workings dispelled
By not knowing right
You bringeth your own hell
Ripped apart I stand
Bloodied by my own hands
Before you I stand
With all the lies
As i see my heart slowly dies
Let this be my bad dream
And happyness come to eyes unseeing
February brings blood, mine
A river so Anti-Divine...

Darkness in Poetry