Poem - They Strikes Honestly

they
strikes
honestly
outside
the quickest
comet

up
the rainy
heart
the white-hot
immortality
lies
weakly
you
defends
within
the scorched
brain
the vacuous
oblivion
destroys

collapsing
funeral
reiterates

in
the limit

he
displays
amid
the veracity

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