Everybody is afraid... death

Much is holding things back

Nobody is content right now

With the world they'd created

Their minds all locked by fear of death



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White enamel cages slowly bury sorrow

In brain-dead fever

Time separates God from the hangers-on

Death to the faithful

Death to the faithful

Death to the faithful

A moth enters beneath

Distant fingers

Hung on brass

Ornamented claws

Illuminated ruptures

Skin slowly metal

Child world

The clap battered old demigods

Heaven knows where this dream lay buried

Fall wearily downward

Heaven knows where this dream may fall

Winter blood in the tower walls

Who lives in the fifth floor funeral

Safe in equestrian sympathy?

A muse demanding to be judged in utter silence?

Bitter mystery

Soul of barbed wire, crowned with dust

I hardly know my brother

Cleared up, laid to rest

This downhill image weeps and sails out to sea

This downhill image weeps and sails out to sea

See?



And all the sorrows of the days

Shall hold their grace against the grey

Of simple mockery on display

Of one another's price to pay

Roses scattered, love decays

And the funeral rites begin

As a frozen charmless grin

Wipes the smile from off his face

Upon his memories disgrace

Lingering mark, his last mistake



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Double reunion, lest we forget

Body wise filth

Words formed in seedless baptism

Plague of flesh and rock bleeds red

Defecate salvation upon presumptive fathers

Green hands prey inside frustration

Let us therefore come boldly unto grace

Enter the hole of Earth that we call death

Fear not

Oh the heavenly chimes they are singing

Resounding, deafening, screaming

Question then the question of reason

Skin baptised in treason

(Body lies still)

A visionless mind dwells within

(Body wise filth)

Union of dismantled dreams made flesh

Torn asunder in this nightmare flesh we call life

No salvation for you brother

Sour merchants of the sacred heart

Obscured by clouds

Testaments of fire and stone

Hold the earth, cracked and frail

Green skull, a dark elaborated mind

Choking lines to this smothered corpse

Great mysteries revealed

The great mystery revealed



And all the sorrows of the days

Shall hold their grace against the grey

Of simple mockery on display

Of one another's price to pay

Roses scattered, love decays

And the funeral rites begin

As a frozen charmless grin

Wipes the smile from off his face

Upon his memories disgrace

Lingering mark, his last mistake



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