Transformation of a Horred Death
What once was there,
now has past.
What once was red,
Has shaded blue.
What had once fur,
Has now skin.
Exilorating pain forms to please.
Exosting hate flows towards glee.
While glee and Pleasure take forth there wrath.
Hatred and anger builds within thy self.
And while your beaten and pounded with force,
Excreations take the punktured ways .
And down falls thee,
With pain and hate,
With no thought for felt,
A trasfomation of a horred death to which we surrender.
