The consequences of death
The Consequences of Death
There is something heavy in the air
An darkened aura around your shoulders
A smell of guilt in every breath
Suffering the fleshy consequences of death
Pulled down against to where you belong
A black mark in your heart,
Crawling with agony and filth
A distinct whisper - murderer
Freedom is beyond you
When sunlight shines upon you
You’ll watch in from inside your soulless prison cell,
that is your body.
The Consequences of Death
There is something heavy in the air
An darkened aura around your shoulders
A smell of guilt in every breath
Suffering the fleshy consequences of death
Pulled down against to where you belong
A black mark in your heart,
Crawling with agony and filth
A distinct whisper - murderer
Freedom is beyond you
When sunlight shines upon you
You’ll watch in from inside your soulless prison cell,
that is your body.
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