a thousand knives are soaring through the sky
but its not a beauty that we cannot see
no but its only waiting
for that one moment where its beauty blossoms,
you sense it right its about
to rain down upon and impale you, its beloved chosen
setting your soul free
such a beautiful death is what you will see
such a beautiful death is what the knives wish
that we all could see their, everlasting beauty
at the peak of your life called death
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