Skeletons caked with mud,
Soon to have a heart,
That pukes blood
Inhaling the sky,
Illuminations of a sunshine
Mourning on dead flowers,
Bleeding in hopes they grow
Forever is a lie...
I'll lay here for death to keep,
On my flesh roaches will feed
When the sun dries old,
When the moon burns out
Can you feel this sensation?
The urge to kill a temptation
With hissing bone,
And the meat of Chronus,
We carved hymns of an eternal eclipse
I heard the pale shade of Kevorkian whisper...
"Ambulate to the end of time,
For death is not a crime."
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