Sent to Coventry, the echo of his last call,
pierced through the callous silence,
like a rocket blubbering farewell,
or like a leaf lamenting “Au revoir...”
but only answered by ignorance

The peals of laughter
had frolicked in his eyes
Why does the diabolical World of After
have to slaughter?
All but one – Demise – cries


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