Dagger and tools of men
Angered with gold in the mind
Cut, stabbed, and cut till
Their anger satisfied by
Pedals of roses raining from the body
Lading red paint that stained the sandy ground
All
Sound of murder, murmurs
Killed the dead silent of the crowd’s shock...[Unfinished]
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