the crime without the master,
hands reach up and
stretch into
a flame of refusal
for the snuff,
foot slips slowly
from the spider's web
to be caught by
unnatural disaster,
it is rent beneath the thumb
with a bold glare,
a fervent lie,
that couldn't go unnoticed
while the ash still
fills the water,
the town lit up
into an involuntary blaze,
bullets down the well
for each fragment of repose.
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| Sebastian Michaelis from Kuroshitusji/Black Butler |
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