Echo the bells
Distort the faces
Smell fresh death
Things you once knew
Gather the few
Nothing is left
Black or white
Day or night
We go on
See through the haze
Death is only a phase
But on and on
There’s no dawn or night
Forsaken by death itself
A lifeless feeling forever I’ve felt
Sweep from above and divine
Only to have the left over of wine
As bitter as it is
It soothes my bloodied lips
There is never end
Nothing ends
Death cannot even end
Only to be forgotten is the end
But we never forget the end, nor does the end forget us
Silently laid to rest, we sleep eternally
To the never forgetting end
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