in this moment of gloried homicide,
i dedicate to thee..
in exoneration of a guilty reluctance..
my glorified existence comes crumbling down..
my tall gold-plated pedestal of sand..
triumphant i may be..
but the are not tears of joy..
for he has what i do not...
the true joy of this i cannot have..
the love of my life now left and buried..
..
on the tombstones i do read..
on her grave i will keep safe from harm..
her corpse of no more life will never be diarmed...
a victorious knight in white armour ..
now a necrophilic grave keeper...
but leave him be..
a necrophile swimming in the cauldera...
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