WeA Poem by Sher A. LynnThe streams that underline and lace the crevices of this mortal case, Curve gently within its soft decay, Illustrating the face we claim, As fleshy caskets that dance with grace are hindered by ghosts the past can never erase, And while intelligence reigns supreme, We wither to nothingness, such torrid beings, The eyes bring forth the heathen glow, Amidst sensual nervousness, Wrapped in white sheets, And metal screams, That lunge forth from deep within, To smite this wicked symphony, We.
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