Confessor
Of the tragedies in man
Brief encounters, bleeding pain
Lurking in the core of us all
The last dying call for the everlost Dying men in bewildered soliloquys
Perversions bloom round the bend
Lepers coiled neath the trees
Seekers, lost in their quest
Ghosts of friends frolic
under the waning moon It is the year of death Wielding his instruments
Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease
I am just a spectator
Infecting the roots in an instant
Burning crop of disease
An advocate documenting the loss
Fluttering with conceit
This doesn't concern me yet
Still far from the knell
Taunting their bereavement Mod round the dead
Probing vomits for more
Point fingers at the details
Caight in unbridled suspense We have all lost it now
Regular pulse midst pandemonium
Catching the flakes of dismay
Born the travesty of man
You're plucked to the mass Parched with thirst for the wicked
Sick liaisons raised this monumental mark
The sun sets forever over Blackwater park.
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