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Love's Martyr

 

I am the silent crowd in your coliseum
anticipating a meeting of blades
but they'll be no more bloodshed,
no more thrilling hacking at limbs.
Let us cut our losses before we cut
our strings and still pretend
everything's going to be bowling-green smooth.

We told each other fables and myths
but believed in them anyway
what choice did we have?
I look down in the valley between patches
of green that break up humanity
into manageable amounts.
It seems I must end all life as I know it
and nobody gives a fuck.
Written by MrAlptraum (Mr A)
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