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Silence surrounds us

As the scent
 of rotting leaves

And spent incense
 is removed

Feed the flame

Feed the flame

Exhumed
; Preserve us as
We step
 off this plane

And crippled forms
 are removed



Feed the flame

Weeping echoes on

O'er these hills

And finds its rest

On the graves
 we inhabit


White flowers turn to grey

As they grow
 on our graves

Decomposed, doomed to stay

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