So disrespectful, am I?
So expertise, grieve I create so well,
I flood in with the salty storms and bloody eyes,
So soothing it is I guess, when the unjust I wipe,
Tick tack! Some await, some ignore, some fret.
Flourishing like a thief in the night,
Mine I take depths below into darkness,
When the "Samsons" in me arise, breaths I freeze,
Maggots I feed; vacuums I bring.
Meaning, mystery, moments I make,
Reminding you of the nothingness therein,
I am the sole fare to the place of judgment,
You know me, you dread me!
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