Death's Gift
Sanity leaves its cold reminderRage and furry start their burning fire
Pain; deep and twisted with awe and wonder
Many watching with strangled sob, that black pyre
No one knows the agony so deep
As those who loved and lost that one true mate
Wishing only for that truest sleep
but many plan to lay with cruel fate
Only knowing the true Divinity
Of the purest form of insanity
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