Mountain
Let me crash into a mountain While blood is coming from the faucet , Dead butterflies in my closet, I told the monsters to stop it but their minds are set. Mountain screams nobody is left , butterflies melt into my flesh, now I fly to my quest that only leads to death. May the mountain be blessed, may the butterflies die at sunset.
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