Autumnal Majesty

Pry upon their death wish

My esteemed insolence

Destruction of their bloodlines

Smoothness of my majesty

Wave upon wave of dimensional insanity

Creature of a booming humanity

Runs around the autumn tree

Whistling his life time away

Come upon spring’s misery

Where they call all day long

But the answer remains the same

Don’t come near us again

Rising from the grave

Is the angel of dismay

Neither to cry nor to slay

But to feed on the laughter of insects

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