I cry.....
I walk amongst the putrid heavens
my gallery of futile hopes
I stand alone painting the sounds of my anguish
and the dirt be knee deep, tortured souls unite tonite
wretched whore by thine epitaph, enslave our eyes that bind
as melting frost we bleed, a crest of grey horizon burn
I do not weep for youre soul....for it hath been buried
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