weather beaten hand
an Iris as beautiful as the falling sun
and the beach's twinkling sand
He gently showed the flower to some nearby little girls
with it's delicate, brittle stems, leaves, and twirls
he then squeezed his hand tight
and blood flowed through his fingers and dripped
dripped down into the grass.....
Cain said to the little girls that this is what
God does to all beauty
He bleeds it dry, turning it into
whores and manual duty
Cain then dropped the Iris and walked away
as the little girls laughed in their curious and naive way
they attempted to fix the mangled Iris
for the remainder of their day
Cain walked chuckling through
a great and heavy door
Where a flick of the Morningstar's wing
slit his throat from neck to floor
As Cain gurgled and breathed his last
Lucifer knelt down low
Putting his fingertips to his lips
and breathed....
"It's not for them to know."
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