It's not a tragedy,
but it's not a comedy either.
My eyes are rainbows,
but only to the acid-heads.

Left to my own devices,
kings fell, birds swooped, worms,
nasty worms
disappeared into their mouths.

Formerly the sky was red,
but now it is grey with the ashes
of the damned who wouldn't burn
forever.

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