b4dtzmaru

ALIVE

meIomania

See the man who stands upon the hill
          He dreams of all the battles won
          But fate had left its scars upon his face
          With all the damage they had done
          
          And so tired with age
          He turns the page
          Let the flesh
          Submit itself to gravity
          
          Let our bodies lay while our hearts will stay
          Let our blood invade if I die in pain
          Now, if your convictions were a passing phase
          May your ashes feed the river in the morning rays
          And as the vermin crawls
          We lay in the foundations of decay

meIomania

slayed tbh
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