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Long hair, black as night Silhouette illuminated by cigarette smoke A statue of pure rivalry Between her wasted days Hands caught between a fishers net Red hot acid flowing through the blood Turned ripe from the golden age And bitter disdain The poison spreads like smoke Out of every dying breath The world coated in her corruption If death was a woman, have mercy on me
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Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
If Death Was a Woman...
Long hair, black as night Silhouette illuminated by cigarette smoke A statue of pure rivalry Between her wasted days Hands caught between a fishers net Red hot acid flowing through the blood Turned ripe from the golden age And bitter disdain The poison spreads like smoke Out of every dying breath The world coated in her corruption If death was a woman, have mercy on me
Irelyn
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Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
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