Death's blessing

May 17, 2010
Sweet smell of corp webs lie in front
of the naked eye,
but to who does it matter,
the blessing has already been blessed,
Death has touched the soul of the weak,
inside and out pale feelings over come the body,
Blackened red eyes stare down
with a crystal blue tear falling down from the sky,
letters overflow and not one hand will
reach for fate.

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