Breeding Foul Nectar

Feeling like a hollow shell
One man around to fill her up
Not jovial in his actions
Unlocking minds and breaking in
The effect is worse than the feat

Sanity destroys itself
The world is a rolling die
Morals expire up in smoke
The sun shines its shadows
Life passes on without her

Many moons revolve around them
Content life is born
A devilish look in its eyes
A constant reminder
Of the man who made her whole

Warm life drips from her hands
No one understands her
Nations emit in her facade
Put away inside confinement
Death wins his childish games

Two of a pair
Below six foot
Regret, remorse, repent
Cheerless short existence
Some things are forever

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