kingajcice

The fish, they fly,
And the doves, they swim,
The strong do cry,
And the losers win,

For there is no truth,
any longer,
The dead do not know,
as they slumber,

You are gone,
And with you, my mind,
The moon's up at dawn,
the undying have died,

Preachers have sinned,
And Gods, they bleed,
Black Trees give out shade,
But not to me,

Satan lays out,
His unholy seed,
Dead trees give out shade,
But not to me.

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"Life's a box of crackers,"
"How?"
"I don't know,"