Sipping blood wine

Burn the world
And drown the sun
Bleed the sky
And shatter the earth

What was past is breaking
What is future haunts my dreams
And ever onward sits the raven
Perched above
Expecting
Waiting for falter
Waiting for ruin

Made broken
I tire
And waking is no blessing
For a man
Whose lived past his time

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