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Calamity passed over Bethlehem

Apocalyptic scenes in the ruin of men

Forgotten and rotten is the nocturnal war

The remaining man rises to his feet once more

Memories rush of the life he gave

Like parasites feasting on a brain in the grave

The flashes of life seize the insects eyes

With visions of their life until the day they died

Aaargh, why are we here

Life was founded on the existential fear

Aaargh, the phantom again

The face seems reminiscent but I cannot place the name

We are all damned to an eternity of desolation

Aaargh, the final charade

My life is fleeting quickly as my flesh is now decayed

Aaargh, the final goodbye

I feel a sense of numbness as I gently close my eyes

Existence is a portrait of the subconscious mind

The earth we stood upon was tears that we cried

As above so below but we'll never know the answer

As the only true concept in the end is insanity

This living hand, now warm and capable

Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold

And in the icy silence of the tomb,

So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights

That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood

So in my veins red life might stream again,

And thou be conscience-calmed—see here it is—

I hold it towards you.

And still her shadow plagues my nightmares

And she haunts me in thy dreaming nights