

The Faceless VoidThe beautiful fruit is always poison The majestic sun is always scorching The captivating dusk always haunting The lush forests always choking The angelic siren always daunting AlwaysThe Faceless Void
Always calling
Yet fruit feeds The sun warms Dusk sleeps Forests grow Throughout time, within the flow Memories Memories never die
She drew me in like the artists hand Swept me in on the deserts sand Lulled me in as the Siren planned Caught in the fishers net and drawn in Drawn to the fruit, beautiful And poison  
Ireland
Tsk, tsk..
Now I'm madly in anger...
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Well that's just prime.
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