Beauty

To the end!

We’re finally embracing our deaths as the beauty within; for a lost, damned cause.

Depravity of our lives is a loss withdrawed.

Another reflection of a life in agony as I realise my wasted years of happiness.

Shoving it down my throat that my life is flawed.

Visions of mal intent.

A case of great pain, a life well spent.

Trees alive with leaves of the dead.

An autumn of grief with an outstanding end.

Bury the corpse of a great white saint.

Screams of ideals in my broken head.

I’d watch a child burn to death.

This with the look of peace in my eyes.

Observe the beautiful suffering.

The death of an undeserving.

A march of truth.

Dead man’s crusade is bringing his beauty to you.

Your carrion, your legacy, what you left behind will define your life.