Lament of the restless souls
Forget, forget, our purple bodies swollen,the worms feast on promises never fulfilled,Remember, remember, lives that were stolen,Blood cried out for freedom, yet for nothing spilled.He laid our bodies to rest,not in comfort, not in pleasant dreams,but desecrated, gnawed on by pest,silenced by flute into everlasting screams. Was he a demon or an angel, luring mortals with his song?Would a demon play so soft, would an angel look so wrong?We listened, we lingered, until we were undone,As thousand we followed, we died as one.
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