Euthanyl

The poet riddled his prey with bullets
The stoic grabbed the knife, you know he's really gonna do it
and since that day, they've been there just to keep you alive
and they'll eat you up the moment that you die

oh so slow
oh so still
Bloodflowers are in bloom

good death
good day
pass on
pass away

oh so slow
oh so still
Bloodflowers are in bloom

The poet riddled his prey with bullets
the stoic grabbed the knife, you know he's really gonna do it
the vultures circle but they don't dig so well
we've twenty heavens now, and only seven hells

....and here we are

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