made the bg . . . i just felt like adding words that can continue in lasping


original can be found here
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what have I to give left to the ones who are no longer standing beside me to those who abandon me to those who forsake me and take my life for grated when I have given my all to their own to the ones who brush me aside and off their worries like some common housecat clawing at their door for entry from the cold and desolate night as the snow piles the dirty streets filled with decaying debris and the sick and twisted minds of harlots thieves beggars womanizers and the ashes of the fallen aristocracy and they level and dance in maroon carnage to shade change into a deep crimson that purges the pure white snow blanket that tries in desperate attempts to cover the shame in a shawl that adorns the modest dress of a woman who only lets her beauty be seen by husband dear until that day she takes another lover or he takes a mistress into his abode and thrashes out in anger at one another for violating their sacred vows made under the church steeple before the eyes of the world and heavens to be shamed and thrown down into a fiery lake to burn and rise and fall as the ashes cover their graves that crumble and fade away from obscene deeds to the emotional state of sorrow distress and bewilderment as their eyes were blinded by Lucifer’s tactics for condemning them as sinners to take with him as prizes of the unholy bodies thoughts and actions that this world is so apt to commit before most holy a gaze an on thy most sacred days that have lost meaning into materialistic preferences so churlishly dealt with by the ministers who deal cards behind the choir as the scriptures become twisted and distorted in their quick hands and listless eyes to belie themselves as a person of higher stature as the kings and queens have fallen before them onto a bed of flower that rots away into the decomposition of dirt as it once lay before taken and greedily stolen up by the blooming flower to nourish new life that shall fade in but the span of a winter or autumn until the spring reclaims life to just die off again like as so the hearts of many men who have fallen into lust rather than love and tossed aside their former lovers for the looks of just another said precious ruby that has fallen into their laps as a treasure that they must take before it is lost again where I have noting left to take from me while you just walk away so tell me