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Sediments underneath cracked feet
Blanket stone REM telepathy
Gemini's scythe separates the night
And gives a life to death death to life
I will shroud mens hopes, in darkness and gloom
And bare him from all, he loves to the tomb
I will spare neither innocence, nor virtue nor truth
The aged and the manly, nor child nor youth
The monarch will find, that no scepter can save
The beggar must follow, me down to the grave
The sad and the forlorn, and happy give way
He must leave all behind, and hasten away
Silver scaled serpent writhing deep inside
Crystals reflecting light to illuminate the way
Slumbers reaches the end
Bloodletting demons speak
Thine eyes burn through abysmal darkness head to feet
Man alike is my prey, nor shall favor be shown
I will give each an arrow, to death under stone
I will curb mad ambition, when wadding through blood
And mounting a throne, of bodies in mud
I will call upon death, tolling for dust
His treasures forsaken, neglected shall rust
There are no refunds, when your time is at end
For the proud and the joyous, shall sleep with the dead
No more hovering over paralytic sleep
Bleeding hands securing affluent and beggars alike
Blanket stone REM telepathy
Gemini's scythe separates the night
And gives a life to death death to life
I will shroud mens hopes, in darkness and gloom
And bare him from all, he loves to the tomb
I will spare neither innocence, nor virtue nor truth
The aged and the manly, nor child nor youth
The monarch will find, that no scepter can save
The beggar must follow, me down to the grave
The sad and the forlorn, and happy give way
He must leave all behind, and hasten away
Silver scaled serpent writhing deep inside
Crystals reflecting light to illuminate the way
Slumbers reaches the end
Bloodletting demons speak
Thine eyes burn through abysmal darkness head to feet
Man alike is my prey, nor shall favor be shown
I will give each an arrow, to death under stone
I will curb mad ambition, when wadding through blood
And mounting a throne, of bodies in mud
I will call upon death, tolling for dust
His treasures forsaken, neglected shall rust
There are no refunds, when your time is at end
For the proud and the joyous, shall sleep with the dead
No more hovering over paralytic sleep
Bleeding hands securing affluent and beggars alike
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Writer(s): Thomas Maglietto
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