Ballad of Hate

Honor thy blade!

A final pilgrimage to your death.

Your blood, mingled with the smells of mud.

And I have just crushed

Into that glorious mud,  

On the paven stones of the street,

The corpse of your withered soul. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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