A nest of angry wasps
Rages in my chest
As the nights creep closer
To a fatal dawn
To a call to arms
To a hail of arrows
To a love bled dry
And picked apart,
Beneath the high noon sun
A nest of angry wasps
Rages in my chest
As the nights creep closer
To a fatal dawn
To a call to arms
To a hail of arrows
To a love bled dry
And picked apart,
Beneath the high noon sun
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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