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Updated on September 17, 2009

My mind is consumed with mortality

Not even the noblest thought

Can unravel the vanity

or cloak the sacred vault,

Cataclysms of catacombs

leave my mind and be gone

Master composer of death's composition,

Let me hide behind my frail veil

and stand strong against a rickety constitution,

unfavored illusion,

Not even the ancient Egyptian scrolls

and sacred scarab of resurrection

can revive my soulless dissertation,

Envelope or enshroud the timeless tomb,

archaic loom of imminent doom,

to this mortal wound, I am an unwoven mesh

Sacred time honored guest

Let me evade the sickle

to this stone eating flesh.


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    Michael Achilles 8 years ago

    Thank you, lyricsingray.

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    lyricsingray 8 years ago

    Beautiful line "to this stone eating flesh" LOOOOOOVED THIS-Thanks, Kimberly