Soft touch from dark hands
that took your toe, now take your pain
Let light hide behind your lashes
and grim shadows soften on your brow
smile under your moustache now
Cold touch on stale skin
empty core with nothing left to beat
With no war there's no reason
no reason for you to leave
go, you're gone still, still I grieve
O death, I will kill you
die now like me, better to like he
But all death grows
I watch what lives die
no reason not to and none why
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