It is him
Inviting though
Pleas are living
On their trust
And now the
Chosen children play
Never to
Lay rest
Hand of the host
Extending out
Forming figures
They who day dream wish
Bodies often scarred
from a thin lie
Perfect in it
Empty conception
To be devoured
by my lustful heart
I am called by her
Do as the wind
Through the halls
I am led
Following
I am led
Why then know
each other's death?
Here lies another
This ancient myth
Heart pressed to the bone
Hurry anyone
His lonely soul
Fills the room
Our memory lies broken
Broken on the floor
Cast their all into the bout
Out and too alone they left her

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