My soul....My bones..... cry out to You

Find the joy in desolate places

See the colour in the fading faces

Feel the love in the deserted traces

Of footsteps in your heart cases

Hear the lullabies between the lines

Of chaos and screaming rhymes

Smell the sweet vanilla cream pouring

Through the rotting human race


Slowly decimating into histories morning

Dream about the garden of life

Reaching the heavens

Creeping up and over the murderous

Past lurking in the undergrowth

The End

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