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Fear eats the flesh and all that's left.
The coffin maker and the hearse driver.
A curtain surrounding fate.
Who knew a gavel swung this great?
All I need is a concealing shade.
An autumn's leaves to bury the slate.
To cleanse the lines from my face.
To purify the tainted race.
My eyes grow cold from the ice.
The frostbite left on my insides.
The damnation assembled
will burn in its place.
It will pave the way for a new beginning
To transcend over the ending.
It will mend.

Only apparitions will be left even if they wait at my bed.
It will all be worth it, it will all be worth it.
Beyond every soul of penance.
The visages sown with seeds of pestilence.
Over the bruised, black reflection left in their soil.
Behind the hands that hold harm in greed.
Under the caste where we build our homes.
Past the ever-violent glare of treason.
That ensures our shoulders hold enough to bear.
The light we've been denied.
The sight that keeps us bind.
The will that our scars us to remind the ties to which we bind.
We shall unwind, there is a light.

I saw an angel in the rafters.
I saw an angel in the wastes.
Where there is only hell to see,
there was a heaven to be made.

I left this tomb of broken bones
and mended these storms in new homes.
I left this tomb of broken bones
and mended these storms in new homes.

I crossed out the name that choked my veins
and let the blood spill over the bastard's face.
I crossed out the name that choked my veins
and let the blood spill over the bastard's face.

As my legs began to sway
and the earth embraced my weight.
She let the soap fall onto the exit.
That I had made my last creation.
Gravity let go of me
and the air grasped my lungs.
With her harp, she had restrung
my withered song into purity.

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