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A wife of a treacherous man
Betrayed for years
Living like she never knew
Of his false paths
 
She had made a plan
She cleaned the house
Cooked the lunch
Had a shower
Did her makeup
Left a note
And climbed to the roof
 
Now laying dead
On a pool of blood
Every bone broken
Dead fetus in her womb
The first
And the last
 
She wears the most beautiful smile
She had her revenge
 
Mastering the art of dying
Cortexlayer integration
Coded in to us all
 
We are
Monuments of deathpassion
 
A young man sitting
Behind the desk in his office
Whiskey and cigar on the left
And a handgun in his right hand
 
Secretary's busy
Having a gun on her forehead
Up and down her lips move
As one with the barrel
Pulsation, a swallow and a blanket
The everyday ritual
 
He takes his car
Drives to the bridge
Wires himself with ropes
His head with pianostrings
And jumps off
 
Now hanging down decapitated
A modern day décor
 
Mastering the art of dying
Cortexlayer integration
Coded in to us all
 
We are
Monuments of deathpassion