The Cherry trees cry blood red tears
all over this tragic ***** and pitiful land
as Elliot did say I will say in cold code
be a lord and fight for the holy rose
make the blood of loves glow holy
and bless what strongholds are left
for it is time to open those wings of hope
make kindness a hope for the lost
and die by all of futures commands
there is such wonder in punishment
for the law of angels can be found everywhere
so I will choke on the blood of freedom
and give all that is left of me to the four winds

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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