Die and Die
what was it
thinking out the ground below
in these ashes it did grow
so delicate
again, again it cried
so fierce
never, oh but for thee
I pierce
lament and fury shall prevail
not wondering behind the veil
it stays, and it shall forever
no will consumed or faultered
but die and die
and once more
for a cause it never knew
joyous for is part so played
like angles which don't fit
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