Debris: The Magenta Harvest: Liquid Flesh
There lies a body: cold, bloated and empt
Like all the other: victims togethe
The happiness in silence: good without pretenc
And the last day: with a smile on the fac
There lies a body: pretty soak in ebon
Like all the worms: in their corridor
Liquid flesh endowed: to impure the groun
And the fallen souls: make the flowers gro
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We float, drift and pass awa
For ever and a da
The debris of time falls into oblivio
As heavens open its gates of lie
Gone is the light of the su
And nigh is the final harvest of life