awaken within the prematural burial
where one finds themselves engulfed
swallowed alive within the flames,,,
burial before their time -- tormented
where everything is never so clear,,,,,
mortality and life stare at each other,,
reflections in the ethereal mirrors,,,
before the time of the dream infinity,,,,
that we can hear our own eugolies,,,
while in the burial and fed to the flames,,
mortality and demise looking at each other,,
knocking on the doors of the one of the ill,,
as when the dreams described as fucked up,,
in the hands are no prayers for the cup,,,
as it comes in the definiting eyes of fate,,,
within the dreams and horrors that decimate,,,
as it comes before the eyes and engulfed,,
in the flames we become cremated -- alive,,,
where we see our blood -- skin to ashes,,,,
bones to dust, souls turning to clay,,,,,
where our death is in the clay and dust,,,
our minds gather in the premature burials,,,
no more in our lives -- do we see our fates,,,,
in the epologue of the seasons when greying,,,
in the hours of our darkest day -- darkest season,,
as it comes of our mass cremations, last hours,,
charred skies -- destined to be burned to death,,,
cruel fates stare within the mirror -- the nights before,,,
never knowing that they wake to their death,,,
where their teddy bears been taken away,,,
to see the revelations of everything that is fucked up,,,,
where the silence of our dreams become nightmares,,
where heaven never overflows into hell, heaven to hell,,
premature death as they forever cast their shadow,,,,
the reasons where they ask Allah for a great big apology,,,
following the gospel of the terrible lie, seasons of dying,,,
seeing where everything around the day is fucked up,,,,
the godfuckingdamn'd horror, where never was to be,,

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