NEW POETIC ORDER

Sitting in a dark room,

It’s a candle lit doom,

Never thought I’d feel this way,

Playing by the wrong rules,

Devil watches and drools,

I have nothing left to say,

Mark a dozen red lines,

Hope this’ll end the bloodline,

I wont have to say goodbye,

Just a string of numbing words,

Wish I was a wizard,

Cast a spell in an outcry 

To mark a dozen red lines

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