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Sillouette of Life
Death hangs like a sillouette,
Whispers carry over the breeze,
As the ode of old fades away,
Broken beliefs and disease,
Pain and fate meet truth astray,
As we watch the mezmorized mass,
Eyes glowing from the queen of the damned,
The sin of flesh,
At this set at sun fall,
To embrace where lover's rot,
Underneath the light of the moon,
Where flight of day never reaches the dead,
The autumn fever of contempt,
Towards the touch of ice,
Laid to rest in the blackened Earth,
Every part of me rots but my state of conscience,
The twisting of my image before deciet,
Shall haunt the Earth in death and decay.
