Everyone loves a setting sun
Her beauty as she leaves
Everyone loves ones heartbroken song
When true love is just a tease
Why such value in broke and dying things
Why would such selfish creatures bother
Because even the worst can be art
If not to one then another
Let the storms wrap around me
Let the dead lay at my feet
When I enter the gates of hell
It will be chaotic beauty that I meet
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