is the shroud around your heart?
and is it born again?
in a cloud, set apart, you know i'm torn again
does it feel just like a heart?
Until you close your hand?
death's call
the harshest art
we mourn them
is the shroud inside your mind?
and does he know?
he's painted red
under pine
is he the crow?
was he buried in darkness?
in blackend sand?
baphomet has a bloody art
so far below
is the shroud around your heart?
and is it born again?
in a cloud, set apart, you know I'm torn again
does it feel just like a heart?
until you close your hand?
death's call
the harshest art
we mourn them
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