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A twisted wreckage of iron and steel.
A crumpled deck of cards to deal.
A charred-burnt inedible meal.
A murky pond with fish to feel.
A gashing wound with no signs of heal.
A festering cut with no thread to seal.

A man to kill and a wife to beat.
A throne replaced with an ordinary seat.
A motive to starve is to refrain from eat.
A warmth absent in the dead of heat.
A lion who renounced his diet of meat.
A dedication to near impossible feat.

A will broken and sundered atorn.
A heart apart tattered and worn.
A tired soul awaits reborn.
A defender at duty to sworn.
A child commited to porn.
A funeral for all the mourn.

A boy laying back on a golden field.
A bow casted arrow lands on the shield.
A solution where its friend first yield.
A set of blades your father had wield.
A bowl of rice a fishermen reeled.
A slithering ego myself have killed.

A fallen Angel far from Divine.
A tape of life with no rewind.
A desecrated body that smells of swine.
A cult who dines on blood and feats on wine.
A life so pure and still benign.
A curtail of smoke to unwind.