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once steadfast and honored thoughts
now become frail with the clocks whim of loss
the innocent is lost between the witching hour
influence and promise hang their coats
on doors made of salvaged human skin
organs decorate the last supper upon dishes of
greed, and vanity
our liver and kidneys disobey the command
finding themselves en route to another mass
fair trades and farewells imprint their short lived memories
Hades takes our skeletal hands and leads us forth
Styx and stones may break our exoskeleton
but forewarned words
never reach their destination
it's the pleasure of our stature
to watch you decay in your own homes
penniless thieves we train you to be
psycho's you turn out to be
this laughter
is that of a million unwed souls wishing their last
was between bedsheets of loves forgotten.