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As the Leaves Fall

I walk through the corpses
during the season of death
The sun set
My eyes wept
They said I was blessed.

Blessed they professed, no stress
None the less
Life is a mess
I'll pass up the rest.

Oppressed, repressed, and depressed
I've confessed
Now comes rest.

- Zanith[BLN]


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