Dance Poem by fleur the tulip sniper

Dance



the world runs rampant
dancing to the beat of my cries

the sick chant
recounting my demise

they march on
to the lyrics of my wordless song

they carry me
to my destiny

following a blind track
on this ceaseless crusade

i look back
and see it is i who leads this demonic parade

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