| Erosion of life I see
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| It makes the passion burn in me
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| Life it always withers away
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| Death will eternally stay
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| Corpses in their coffins
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| Forever rest in peace
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| There sleeping with the aspergillus
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| Is this justice to the dead?
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| The atrocious sight of burial ceremony
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| Christians weeping for the departed
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| They won’t understand
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| They should envy them
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| The deceased they know, if there’s a paradise
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| Or shall we feel, the purgatory
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| I open the graves, admire the rot
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| I can feel the presence, of something beyond
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| Aureola of nauseating reek
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| Wings of shriveled skin
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| Holy beauty of a carcass
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| Divine sight for me to gaze upon
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| Necrolatic!
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| Reverence for putrefaction
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| Necrolatic!
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| Reverence for the stench
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| The deceased they know, if there’s a paradise
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| Or shall we feel, the purgatory
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| I open the graves, admire the rot
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| I can feel the presence, of something beyond
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| I kneel, before a carrion
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| I pray, before the dead
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| I know, they shall rise
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| I fear, for the scourge
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| I revere, power of the dead |