.[These words are from the booklet. The only ambiguity is how to format it best.]
The blood...
how it paints such a scene
foul routine pedigree
mouth agape, stuttered hands attempt
to flail, and finally agree
her heart ceases its rhythm
somewhere trumpets decay
in the fron.
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