A/N: I consider fragile to be two syllables, but it could be said and read
as three. Please note that I used it as a two-syllable word in this sonnet.
O, fragile being! Your soul is so full
Of spiders, painted crimson and raven.
Your simplistic kind cannot atone, pull
Away your deeds, or return our Eden.
Suffer, suffer your due pain as I smile.
I create the chaos; you create death.
When you find your life to be as worthwhile
As the sand inhaled with your last breath,
I'll be there to watch while your time runs out.
Happiness soon comes for those who deserve.
You have not earned it. There is not a doubt
In my mind that you will try to preserve
Your precious way of life. I'll kill you all
Before this grand butterfly takes a fall.
O, fragile being! Your soul is so full
Of spiders, painted crimson and raven.
Your simplistic kind cannot atone, pull
Away your deeds, or return our Eden.
Suffer, suffer your due pain as I smile.
I create the chaos; you create death.
When you find your life to be as worthwhile
As the sand inhaled with your last breath,
I'll be there to watch while your time runs out.
Happiness soon comes for those who deserve.
You have not earned it. There is not a doubt
In my mind that you will try to preserve
Your precious way of life. I'll kill you all
Before this grand butterfly takes a fall.
