The Cycle
We danced to that emptiness
Till the dawn
Then dashed into the darkness
Held as pawn
We sang a song with no words
Just beastly wails
Then painted red our swords
Along the bloody trails
We laughed evil for no reason
Till cheeks sore
Then clapped nails on someone
For we were bored
We screamed to eternity with no hope
Till were nearly dead
Then passed our beastly props
To the the newly bred
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