8. Skin & Bones

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Aconitum
Aconitum
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Skin and Bones,
what more must you give?
Acast from society,
which God actually forgives?

Forged in a world not fit for creation,
strumming for just the smallest donation.

Skin and Bones,
what more must you sacrifice?
Left to rot in the gutter,
why are you not permitted in paradise?

Humanity with a void of kindness,
why build a society based off blindness?

Skin and Bones,
shall we burn together?
Rise from those shades of Blues,
leaving only feathers.

Promised at birth: Riches and love,
not told that it was under the condition of those above.

You look tired,
I'm sorry your life was not what you desired.

Let's leave together,
and leave this word forever.

Love forever, your anti-admirer,
lets go find your solace, I'll stay with you. I promise.

Aconitum
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