The Dual Scythe
Sharp blood covering the roue
Silver chains with snake mouths...
Covering the floors of the decayed...
Uprooted sacrifice holds the golden urn...
Sanity waiting for its turn...
Slashing towards the infinity line...
Taking what was never mine.
O Dual Scythe...
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