There is a beautiful pond where the birds fly and the fish spawn and the turtles graze in perfect harmony Where the sun rises and sets radiating glorious colors Where the wild flowers bloom in spring and speak to the breeze Where the virgins bleed sin- the smell of rapacious adultery The pollen flies, the flower dies The snake screams glory in the murderous night The pond floor cracks, paralyzing thirst The fish seizure, fins beating against the crisp gravel Eyes momentarily gleaming desperation Before the vacancy sets in Death has arrived As the clouds gather for yet another season of mortality
Reason for writing:
A man once sayed a story must end in death, or it is a lie.
Birth sign: Taurus
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