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27 lines
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The grave welcomes you with open arms.
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Last light escapes, last breath remains.
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Circling the body, brushing passed the skin and bone.
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It cradles you, your holy manger.
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Born into ruin, we feel withdrawal.
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Death is your procreator, your predecessor.
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From your decay grows a beautiful garden, The stalks caress your failure, 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, 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, and we simply expire.
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Over-saturated, 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, and we can breathe easy.
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Like night and day, we have never met. Aching for one another, we aim for congregation.
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You are my prey, you are the martyr.
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The blight takes it's toll and our bodies grow black.
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Wilted, we fade away. Rotted from the root, we exchange our stem for legs.
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We blossom into our bodies, and the process has been reset.
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Welcome to your new home.
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Name Decay
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Artist Counterparts
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Album The Difference Between Hell and Home
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