Trespass - Dedicated To My Rapist, Ach
You have died a thousand deaths since the day you invaded the gentle, passive
meadows in which I walk upon.
You thrust your evil hand on my pristine petals, eroding the beauty that once lay in
your view.
You ravaged the garden of peace, and left it a field of complacency.
You congratulated yourself for the prisoner of war you conquered, but I have won
because my Oleander petals will ensure your demise.
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