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Beautiful Catastrophe

by Lady Vengeance

Gentle pulsing of the heart

Observance of the scene

Amusement painted on my face

It's like a sharpened skean

Together, what a quint picture

Its beauty makes me sick

Hell hath no fire like my hate

This is life's greatest trick

A shatter, scraping, broken sobs

The pain's behind the bone

The ants go marching two by twos

You make me march alone

What is so sweet with some people,

Tastes bitter when with me

So bash me with your crippled lies

But soon, I will break free