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You died today

Your funeral pyre

A burning vigil

A grim example

 

Another rotten apple

Fell hard from the tree

No cry of remorse

For an abandoned deserter

 

What has been wrought

Mismanaged madness

Narcissism bred by free trophies

Fool’s gold for each fool

 

Crocodile tears for tragedy

Another arrow notched

For the wicked plot destruction

With a warm embrace

 

Three cheers for tragedy

Another free round

Poisonous draught

Happily gulped

 

Rotting from the inside

A worm in the core

Of rancid fruit

For which the flies gather

 

Mess of your sick

On the finest of china

Spotless silver spoon

Fouled yet again

 

 

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