Awful Poetry

you left us in darkness

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I will not turn my head away,
when the fires have spawned
and the king starts his purge;

When the bodies ascend
and the good are spared.

I have no interest in this gift,
as if by some pity
you spared me.
I laid my own path
You,
simply won't save me.

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