| Lying there, she was cold and torn
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| Effervescent, no more
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| Drawing her last breath
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| Whispering words of prayer
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| While they put flowers on your graves
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| And choose to remember you as the beautiful spirits you were
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| I will know the petrifying morbidity of your demise
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| The coldness, those twisted limbs
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| The void was filled with a resounding silence
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| Resonating like strings through the air
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| Collapsing with a sigh
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| Crashing down with the power of a thousand screams
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| Abhorrent echoes of what used to be
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| Even in death I am dreaming
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| Like I could tear this world asunder
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| With the sheer force of my will
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| We are all animated bodies
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| Drifting, floating in timeless sleep
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| Visions dripping away
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| Colours blurred to a grey mass
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| Violate my memories
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| Rape my ghost
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| Defile my being
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| Atone! |
| Repent!
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| No tears will be shed for you
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| Do not go gently into the night
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| Rage against the dying light
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| The dying light
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| This is not the end
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| It’s our retribution
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| For the sake of all
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| See this as our closure |