Mass Destruction
In the devastation of mass destruction,
I look through those dead eyes
and see the peaking point of the sun,
which breaks in the wind of demise
and defeats temperature lies
to claim victory and have won.
Through the victim that he plays,
desiphering between sound waves,
water drops prick his icy pale skin,
clearly identifying each and every drop,
maliciously tasting he know he's caught.
And I can't fight this pain anymore
in my chest it will supress
no longer rendered weaker,
that crimson piece of my purple
growing stronger will defeat you
for it has found a new seeker.
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