Dear father rose
His children full of poison
Fractured minds in human bodies
Rotting at the dinner table

The hills smelled of fresh rain
And the flowers glistened with dew
The morning lingered
Swirling gently around the gaping hole in the sky

The lamb rose from its shallow grave
Soaked in the sin of man
beckoning for the angels to come

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On the last day