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DIES IRAE

Flickering flames blown furious

Scorch one born for better.

Wind whips but will not cool

the mortal burns that never die.

 

Hopeless howls unheard in Heaven

Still echo through the selfish universe.

 

Echo, Echo, Echo

Burn, Burn, Burn

Die, Die, Die.

 

Did, but never will.

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