Peace

Crows feast upon the limp corpse that lies naked in the street

Gray and dull was the scene with crimson sparkling from the body

A thin flow from the skull to the cheek to the neck

Down to the chest to the nipple, around the gut and ribcage

Further down the hips, and thighs, and finally the calves & feet

Her body defiled like her values, he smiles proudly, crookedly

"Perhaps she'll be granted a better hand in the next phase"

A golden shimmer peaks through, he breathes in

At ease, he finally breaks into hundreds

Hundreds of butterflies flutter from him

Pink, purple, blue

Green, yellow, red and orange

As his ashes fall in a pretty pile

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