In this wake of mid-dusk, I find myself
assuming the dying breath at the spire of this.
Cheerio, silhouette of the assassin free,
death to you and death to me.
St. Jude's echoes fall on deaf ears,
ears long since severed by he.
Freedom fighters assume the worst
while here I dance in the face of the moon's pale grin
Lateral distance for the actions' angles
Purifying devils, tainting angels.
Returning to the twilight, a place with no sight
A place where balance prevails over all.
Senseless actions for senseless purpose
Blinded by the flash of a serenade's whisper
The blood of a siren is thicker than human flesh
Spattered over the test of man.
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