a gentle night awaken by ambient karma
innocent windows rattle in the wind
wails soon turn a dark soulful music
tears soon stream in eased abundance

afar off, thick oil stains the white balcony
closer, a pool of clotted blood lies stagnant
inside, the gold is almost fully rotten out
there, the black hawk scavenges its fill

necks don't feel their heads anymore
legs are relieved of their burdensome bodies
the veins need not let things run through
since here the pumping hearts cease beating

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