The final verse
The silent curse
In harmony, rehearsed.
All voices rise
A hymn reprised
Their words heard in reverse.
The rites of time henceforth proclaim,
A soul and skin decreed by name,
A toll within the heart aflame,
Step forward and asperse.
To heaven and hell, it's all the same
So be deliberate and terse.
The ritual will only get worse
And your time already came.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
The final verse
The silent curse
In harmony, rehearsed.
All voices rise
A hymn reprised
Their words heard in reverse.
The rites of time henceforth proclaim,
A soul and skin decreed by name,
A toll within the heart aflame,
Step forward and asperse.
To heaven and hell, it's all the same
So be deliberate and terse.
The ritual will only get worse
And your time already came.