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A life extinguished in its prime |
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Summoned by the bell's strident chime |
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A bemoaning family laments |
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An Obolus the payment for a life that has been spent. |
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Silent and stiff |
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In rigor mortis' grip. |
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The die is cast |
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How quickly one's time can elapse |
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The ferryman will take you on your way |
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The coin's been passed |
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Empty is your hourglass |
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In a lightless chamber, the cold slab awaits. |
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Stained sheets, the darkest shade of crimson |
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Bloated by the onset of decomposition |
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No one will mourn over his death |
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An Obol forced inside your mouth before your final breath. |
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Silent and stiff |
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No tears shed for a life now forfeit. |
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[Solo: Davidson] |
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A debt owed to the grave |
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A debt we all must pay. |
