User:Shammiesgun/The Agamand Mills


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The mills may spin,

but only for death.

Bad deals were made,

no tears for regret.

The bones are visible,

my skin is not.

Wounds in my gut,

flaming and still hot.

My sister cries,

I don’t know why.

Did she have time,

to say goodbye?

Damned I should be,

for I did obey.

The greed full masters,

dead did I lay.

And for what,

what did I gain?

A dead family,

arrows in my brain?

I loathe you all,

especially your son.

For his fate,

there'll be other fun.

The mills may spin,

but only for death.

Bad deals were made,

no tears for regret.