On the eleventh day
He reached out his hand
And made the sign of parting
Spoke the words of taking leave
And of never going back
To breathe the air of dreams
To walk upon a path of bodies
To know what carnel means
To live the law of hate and cold flesh
Wailing for the solace in a lie
No echo here
No truth
No time
To blind the eye to see
To feed on every broken moment
To kill and kill again
To end it all while it's unfolding
To know the only way
To love the beast and then to beg it
To die from every wound
Listen as the mourning herald sings
The dirge to which we march in time
Crawling naked 'neath the burning stars
Sleeping beauty dries
Never
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