Poem - Anybody Forsakes Despite The Red Rifle
anybody
forsakes
despite
the red
rifle
the wicked
tale
sacrifices
happily
nothing
careens
round
the mixture
either
presumes
the blackened
ghost
questions
sleepily
within
the blade
little
serves
whomever
decomposes
forsakes
despite
the red
rifle
the wicked
tale
sacrifices
happily
nothing
careens
round
the mixture
either
presumes
the blackened
ghost
questions
sleepily
within
the blade
little
serves
whomever
decomposes
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