within dead hearts a bleeding face of pain one voice sounds sobing with horror that grows expired, unsure and sweet doing prayers with decaying souls a miserable play before prayers with stoned hearts lights shimmering veil priest strides up the altar sunken colours move streaming red on her cold lips
fear dominates me feel it in my heart in my soul
burning fever crush my sweating face realm of death
unforgiveness burning in my eyes in my heart
only poison running through my veins over the edge
faint angels watching altars stream of blue eyes vague away silence and shadows sink in myrial spells suds swimming low wretched figures reel into void above my head strike of blue colours voice dies on the choir incense rising from black plates on a dark bench I sit raising my stare up to the cross high upon high the starving voice
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