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The weight of death has struck you lame

The tears flow free, but who’s to blame?

Conjure guilt through selfish thought

With grief and fear the mind is wrought

Heartache and pain won’t bring him back

Nor ceremonies, dressed in black

Is it yours, or the deceased

the loss of whom is being grieved?

The death is done the corpse is rotting out

I hear you cry, don’t hang your head and pout

Kid yourself about a heaven or a hell

In truth you’re only attached to a lifeless fucking shell

Putrefied features, decaying intestines

The flowers cannot mask the scent of death from a carcass

We are gathered here in mourning of our selfish memories

As the Reaper laughs, we scribe the epitaph for our own sake,

«God won’t forgive your vanity.»

The dead transcends its mortal shell

Those who are left, they blame themselves

To rob them of their misery

One will rise with anger’s creed

It’s breaking bones and slashing necks

Decapitating for effect.

The bodies pile in their pews.

You and your kind are now subdued

I have risen for only one reason:

To cleanse this fouling chapel

Empty cries echo in dissonance

A primal delight

Your laments serve as my catalyst

To reunite you with your dead.

Now that we are covered in gasoline

Your flesh becomes the light

We burn bright on this night!

We were gathered here in mourning of our selfish memories

As the Reaper laughed, we scribed the epitaphs on our own graves

«God won’t forgive your vanity.»

Such hollow, meaningless waiting

We always look to the ending

No one can see, we’ve lost our vitality

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