Lilium Called Life
To find my words, was all i asked
and She, She laughed at me
a sound so delirious, sounds
of scratches made on Raven skin
if in peace i had not come
then in peace i will not leave
and the lilium called life whithered
abused by such harsh hands
i fought to stay at last
but She, She would not let me be
a push so gentle, and i found
a feeling on disgustful sin
at last i cannot speak for from
my mouth came such a weave
that the lilium called life whithered
and died in the rising sun
poem by Rekka Mizagyu
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