I burnt the body and threw the ashes with a careless shrug
Bones, blood and flesh all powdery dust mixing in the blackness
Then I sat and lamented the unholiness of the mighty river,
How many times has death sullied your crystal sparkle?
You were fed by the Grand Old Mountains which stand even today
But the glacier is drying up they say in fifty years
And the multitude sucking up the water like an earthern cup
Leaving behind in its wake the milk of sticky sweetness
My hands stuttered as I raised to pour the poison in you
But the ending has a life of its own much like the beginning
"Should I play God now as I did back then?", laughs the Devil
The Final Heave came swiftly cleaving the being into two.
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