| Buried Near The Living Dead |
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| I will watch your throne shatter and fall |
| Leaving treads of blood imprinted around my throat |
| Your hands will never be washed away |
| And my fears never reduce in exhaustion |
| Since the cold blood brought back the plague of death |
| The ignorance of you and others followed |
| Will be finalized as i watch them dig for you |
| When simple lapse is turned tragedy |
| Cloned forgiveness is not certain |
| I find myself searching for another way |
| As my thoughts fall further in denial |
