The only heart in [bad word] to the O to the R to the T to the To the blade a the day and the stay of decay
Left embedded when I'm deaded
In the sing bone poem stone of say
Push it...

Sum moon sickle
To endeavour of old
It goes
Take take take
In the 2 thou owe
More off order of importance
To the human code
More hollow modern motto
For the walk dead toll

And into the narrow we march
You want it more barren and stark
These children don't have heroes and their liken the dark
Had the uppercase I so stoned the heart
I'd rather someone steal my hands than lay theirs red on my art
Must one make poem to first
Then put rest to wish
And resolve to wouldn't daughter in a gutter like this
And pray tell
Can one shatter as a vessel in a world of shell
If so I only heart in [bad word] 
Did you rip it
Did you burn it
Did you hear it
When you heard it