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Death to all beauty

So who on Earth birthed these minds?
and Mother why,
do all the good ones always die?
 I guess after all this time,
itís hard to wrap my head around it
but after-all donít you pick the most beautiful flowers in the garden of different kinds?


Painted with carefully crafted hues
 itís still perfection even in all its splattered infractions
And I canít stand the tortured artist,
always cursed with the most unexpected exit
whether a hearse or a padded cell,
 and he who fell is no longer the man who once prevailed,
itís sad to lose yourself in the absence of glory
but when you no longer need that to explore the path,
youíve truly found the end of your story

Idle hands destroy creativity
and our idolís hands leave a piece of themselves for eternity,
while woe is the greatest masterpiece of history
when Death meets the beautiful ones
all fall in line to illustrate
and express it dutifully.

I want to live as if to die was my art.
Written by Lothbrok (Jadie Angelik)
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