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the fool stands before her tomb,yet bearing a frown and a rose. he gathers alone,certain that the flower will serve as his mass. wretched whore bind thine epitaph,for what once was,shall always be discordance sooths the drowning bell,from funerals where flowers fell a cold day bears all,but i smile for when i fall and this scortching stone thats set before youre throne has crowned our eyes with dirt...atoned above me murals defiled by maddening hues profanely etched on stellar walls... insanity in utterance to his idol the king. i cry..... i walk amongst the putrid heavens my gallery of futile hopes i stand alone painting the sounds of my anguish and the dirt be knee deep,tortured souls unite tonite wretched whore by thine epitaph,enslave our eyes that bind as melting frost we bleed,a crest of grey horizon burn i do not weep for youre soul,for it hath been buried