You ask me why I'm sad
I tell you, because the grass is green
You ask me what that means
I say that the sky is blue
The jeweled katara sharpened beyond
Half the moon shines too bright
The chandelier seems to yearn shatter
Cold as ice, the touch of the trigger
Its reflection wanes and waxes
My breath takes a breather
A joy rekindled the virtue
The glass poured half empty
Of the tears from the illuminated statue
Feel the bullet cross your mind
Hear the symphony of those dethroned
Cry like the pain never ended
Drink the poison and repeat the sin
Inhale the stench of the kind
Teach me how to win
Teach me how to forgive, to bind.
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