Inverted by Obituary
The feeling contends, once kind.
Violence starts, won't cease.
Vengeance comes. Want rewards.
The servant starts piercing chores.
Stitching mouths, once skinned.
The gaping wounds left to mend.
Reckless kills, live dispite.
Boundary has soldiers try.
I have come to read my friend
The gifts of all those born and bred.
The living dead once more resign.
We're facing cause it's creation.
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