Elegy: Black Magic Death
It took the black magic years
To earn the hand-me-down crown —
A crown admired by eager successors
In this hypocritical town.
It took only a minute,
A second to be specific,
To evacuate the soul from his body,
Leaving his carcass behind, rotting in hell.
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