Pictured Imperfect

Picture of heresy
The one I keep close to me
Free thinking with free thought
A long way from my last resort
Unbridled vision of sad to see
Shattered wings carried new disease
Hunting wild with a savage eye
Candies meant to wave goodbye
Rising waters will soon claim
The victims unable to exclaim
Whirring tones of sullied moon
The dead will be your forever tomb
Pass the cause to the young
Fractured victories are done
With a wave of the hand
This existence will crash to land
Torn from the heart of stone
Before long you will be bone
So as I stand above the haze
Remember the days turned from blue to shade

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