line of the greenest
neither that drop of hate, leftover
nor the causes remain sober
lost the black hands of the clock
asking your story to be locked
choice is yours; ocean or hell ?
they cannot read its eyes well
still in God's mind... dreadful fate
you may either purchase or sell
still in Demon's heart, the greenest lake
choice is yours; sooth or fake ?
bloody play took over an invisible stage
nothing can be done against blinding ink,
burying your story to keep it alive
too dead to change the fate of your juvenile
a complex rage creeping before my eyes
you're exhaling my cyanide, that greenest light..
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