Chapter 1: Ornate Death
In amiable devotion
I go with my gut
In one fluid motion
I make the cut
As I slowly bleed
I sliced down the lane
I have done the deed
I no longer feel pain
Black blooming roses
Encompass my face
The coffin door closes
Obscuring death's grace
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