On the eleventh day, he reached out his hand
and made the sign of parting,
spoke the words of taking leave
and of never going back
To breathe the air of dreams
To walk upon a path of bodies
To know what carnal means
To live the law of hate and cold flesh
Wailing for the solace in a lie
No echo here. No truth. No time.
To blind the eye to see
To feed on every broken moment
To kill and kill again
To end it all while it's unfolding
To know the only way:
To love the beast and then to beg it
to die from every wound
Listen as the mourning herald sings
the dirge to which we march in time
Crawling naked 'neath the burning stars,
sleeping beauty dries
Never
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