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if I die before I wake
come and get some
everyone else has

open your eyes
hold out your hands
feel the warmth as it fills your palms
cross your heart
hope to die
stick to ruins as i cry

as below
so above
eating poison
from your velvet glove

endless terrors
ceaseless nights
betting dollars
on galactic fights

wars of mind
crimes of heart
god died here
they called it art

for if I die before I wake
I pray to hell my soul to take

© Graveyard Grace