Artificial equivalent
Delicate curves of the human soul
Reflecting on some truth to faint
The beauty and harmony in the decay
Angels sing me to death
As the audience looks on
Sadistic pleasure in the pain
Stoic with a morose delectation
Mimicking sympathetic joy
Butchered to make a holiday
Public derision to the blood flow
Scornful nemesis’s running commentary
Angels sing as the flower wilt
Waning in the weather
The audience looks on
Delicate curves of a soul
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