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From where grows the seeds
The seeds that shalt fulfill the Earth
The seeds that in accretion creates
The wars, suffering and death in vain

And the martyrs of humanity
Only a touch of reaper on pale skin
It's no more or less than
An adventitious exhalation

Such a prosperity
In nowhere
An glimpse of light
To lay eyes on
Anywhere you look
You find what you seek
Anywhere you walk
The death follows you reminding

Memento Mori - Like a post-mortem photograph
Memento Mori - The faint sight on beloved's eyes
Memento Mori - When nothing seem to please
Memento Mori - Memories burned to ashes in cold flames

May thou sleep in deep, neverending coma
Your journey may begin with cold blessing
The time will take care of your carnal shell
While your mind is now free and aware

But only in lies may lay the truth
Only a touch of human on pale skin
It's no more or less than
An adventitious exhalation

And so here we are like the children of pandemonium
From personal mayhem we are to create the world
For the death we are blessed to kneel
For the death we are doomed to live

Be kind
Take me somewhere warm
Take me somewhere safe

Give me strength
Give me time
To deliver my last breath
In the air

Into the wind
Near the sea
From where all began
All in the end
Let me come closer
Closer to the light
I've tried to reach
All these years

-Isth