.The entwined rosesâ thorns stab the black god of death and laugh
Underneath the clock of the sunken moon, there is the sweet smell of blood
The wavering mayflies stand still, as if theyâre petrified
Who is this god of death, who handed those people the pretty medicine they wishe.
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