weak from within
From outside through the rains they calltheir voices to quiet to be heard
but loud enough to hear
the strange people
It is all about to begin
take hold, this is not about fear
this is about the immaculate ceremony
A tribute to our dying flesh
It decays from within
Our hearts and souls are given
Like a dying world
We wander around, perfectly formed
But we grow weak from within
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