| The grave welcomes you with open arms
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| Last light escapes, last breath remains
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| Circling the body
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| Brushing past the skin and bone
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| It cradles you, your holy manger
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| Born into ruin, we feel withdraw
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| Death is your procreator, your predecessor
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| From your decay grows a beautiful garden
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| The stalks caress your failure
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| And the petals bring you closer to eternity
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| Pray for your rebirth
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| Pray for your chance to bloom
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| The heart starts and stops
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| The mind disconnects
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| As flowers, we grace the earth with our presence
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| The tide rises and turns
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| And we simply expire
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| Over-saturated
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| Our lungs fill with the essence of the universe
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| Until we feel the gentle kiss of dawn draw the water from our lungs
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| And we can breathe easy
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| Like night and day
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| We have never met aching for one another
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| We aim for congregation
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| You are my prey
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| You are the martyr
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| The blight takes its toll and our bodies grow black
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| Wilted, we fade away rotted from the root
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| We exchange our stem for legs
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| We blossom into our bodies
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| And the process has been reset
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| Welcome to your new home |