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This is shortish, but yeah, I sorta like it, so.
Butterfly turned to a crow,
Dreams of colors dulled to black,
Screams at its imagined foes,
Rips its feathers from its back,
Itself is all it can attack.
Little lamb, brought to kill,
A lion hides inside its skin,
Thirsting for the awful thrill,
The final, damning sin,
To become what it has been.
Raindrops fall from a dreary sky,
Heaven changed from gold to grey,
Paradise ruined by a lie,
The tainted can no longer stay,
And are sent, broken, on their way.
Butterfly turned to a crow,
Dreams of colors dulled to black,
Screams at its imagined foes,
Rips its feathers from its back,
Itself is all it can attack.
Little lamb, brought to kill,
A lion hides inside its skin,
Thirsting for the awful thrill,
The final, damning sin,
To become what it has been.
Raindrops fall from a dreary sky,
Heaven changed from gold to grey,
Paradise ruined by a lie,
The tainted can no longer stay,
And are sent, broken, on their way.