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- - - THE REMAINS - - -

Cemetery cries echo
Across desolate miles
The need to hurt
The urge to suffer
Pain brings upon rebirth

Crucified with agony
Tethered to weakened flesh
Mortality
Becoming hollow
In throes of tragedy

Curse your eyes, avert them from me
The blood that pours is for your cleansing
Hooks digging deep with your silent screams

Yet, you still live

Pray to God but forget his name
Your mind goes blank beneath the remains
Of jaded pasts, up to tasks, play the game

But, I won�t let you die

Piercing those tender moments
With tormented laments
When cenobites
All gather around
To sate vile appetites

Desecrating sacraments
Made before holy God
Insanity
Behind those sewn eyes
Darkened with apathy

Curse your eyes, avert them from me
The blood that pours is for your cleansing
Hooks digging deep with your silent screams

Yet, you still live

Pray to God but forget his name
Your mind goes blank beneath the remains
Of jaded pasts, up to tasks, play the game

But, I won�t let you die

Meet me at the end of light
Meet me at the edge of night
Such sights await you
In ancient pacts and crimson rites

Curse your eyes, avert them from me
The blood that pours is for your cleansing
Hooks digging deep with your silent screams

Yet, you still live

Pray to God but forget his name
Your mind goes blank beneath the remains
Of jaded pasts, up to tasks, play the game

But, I won�t let you die

(c) 2016 Frank Green