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SUICIDE CHOIR |
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Sometimes I feel, long ago life took the last breath from me |
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Life itself, the grand enemy |
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The white bride of wretched death, did guide me through gardens grey |
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The fruit of which, would only fall to rot away |
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Amidst such vast gardens, even the sun itself doth seem so pallid |
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And the once glorious moon, its pallor so unhallowed |
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Seven statues of saddened stance |
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Perhaps the craft of a man still sadder |
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Fallen leaves of the thrice dead oak |
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A morbid portrayal of a once grand majesty |
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What would one tear filled glimpse stand to reveal? |
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The subtle fragrance perhaps? ...of a bloody wretched death! |
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Up on his grey green throne |
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Stained with the horror of a thousand bloodied suicides |
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Sate the Suicide Choir |
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Kneel before the Suicide Choir... |
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Be judged by your suicidal desire... |
