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Les Fleurs Du Mal
*title inspired by charles baudelaire*
Upon the fallow fields of blood-drenched earth
The gleaming bale-fire sun
Nourishes an immortal rebirth
Seeds of midnight hate
Interred in burial dirt
When they come to fruit
Yield a harvest of hurt
Blossoms of blackest beauty
Bloom deep inside my soul
Sharpened roots like fangs
Puncturing my heart
Thorny vines constricting
Prick and squeeze out life
O inhale deeply
The sweet stench of death
Rotting spores borne
On an icy wind
Blossoms of blackest beauty
Bloom deep inside my soul
The moon's silver skull
Hangs high in darkened skies
Over lonely plains
So far from paradise
Petals unfurl
Flowers reach into night
Adorned with bloody dew drops
That glisten in the pale moonlight
The growing shadow
Spreads from within
I will sow the seeds
Of decadence and sin
Blossoms of blackest beauty
Bloom deep inside my soul
HATA BİLDİR
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