Golden copper ashes
Shimmer down to dust
This is where the beast atoned.
And also, where he was cuffed.
No more a soldier of the war
No more, to hunt for compassion.
For here lies his grave.
It's life reduced to nothing but a fraction.
Where melancholy transforms to poetry
Golden copper ashes
Shimmer down to dust
This is where the beast atoned.
And also, where he was cuffed.
No more a soldier of the war
No more, to hunt for compassion.
For here lies his grave.
It's life reduced to nothing but a fraction.