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Erosion of life I see |
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it makes the passion burn in me |
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Life it always withers away |
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Death will eternally stay |
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Corpses in their coffins |
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forever rest in peace ? |
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There sleeping with the aspergillus |
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is this justice to the dead ? |
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The atrocious sight of burial ecremony |
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Christians weeping for the departed |
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They won't understand, they should envy them ! |
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The deceased they know, if there's a paradise |
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Or shall we feel, the purgatory ! |
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I open the graves, admire the rot |
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I can feel the presence, of something beyond |
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Aureola of nauseating reek |
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Wings of shriveled skin |
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Holy beauty of a carcass |
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Divine sight for me to gaze upon ! |
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Necrolatic ! Reverence for putrefaction |
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Necrolatic ! reverence for the stench |
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I kneel, before a carrion |
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I pray, before the dead |
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I know, they shall rise |
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I fear, for the scourge |
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I revere, power of the dead |
