Beatrice

Thu, 01/29/2015 - 17:42 -- Szeth

The storm has arrived. Draw the veil so
None can escape. He is here. Escape fate?
I will embrace it as it comes. Though no
End in sight, I search! A thousand years late.
The pieces are all set now. Only one release.
Now, Go deadly sins, Sacrifice six, seven,
Seventeen lives. And then the killings cease.
One stops our slip to hell or rise to heaven.
The human does not believe. He forgets me.
FLY Golden Butterflies, resurrect them.
I shall kill his family endlessly. See
How superb their lifeblood looks. Worse is your sin.
You are crueler than I. Six years with hope?
More like a thousand in hell. Please know, you dope

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