The fade proof lines,
That define status and meaning,
Are illegible, too thin to read.
I've lost radiance,
Under petals and softer words,
The vine bleeds divine screams.
Taste the potency,
Of your deadened knowledge.
The decline through sifting perils,
Forces you under.
Stretch past the shattered arrows,
The vine bleeds divine screams.
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