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[jagwire]

The sky is red with the rising sun,
Warning heeded by the early one.
Sins of the father paid by the son,
Thicker than water...

Inside there shines a hidden smile,
The iron teeth of a rasping file.
The close are held for a little while,
And still she wanders...

This life we lead is a riven gift,
And all we love is a given rift.
Always the fall before the lift,
The silence shatters...

Broken by a heartless scream,
Awoken from the oldest dream.
The tearing starts along the seam,
And starlight shivers...

How grim is this sharpened scythe?
We die to live, and live to die.
The sun sets slow in a bloody sky,
We rest forever...