I walked along a road less known
And fell down
Muddy slopes to face
A gaze that set on eyes off-thrown
Set by ice
To melt disgrace
From newly founded stars in skulls
That were down
On bloody leaves
Encircling tyrant, love and pain,
Love and pain, the tyrants game.
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For The Weeping Angel
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