The Tomb
Who are you? with your destiny of doom
You wield your will with a stick in a back to front act of cruelty
Embalmed as duty evil blind
In a universe of ancient truths secure
In a shadow forever
Who are you? in shape and form you make no sense
Or justify the future floods of reality
We are not really different from you
Restless arcane germ of the future
You leave as you came in still without prophecy
Nor seeking reflection or disgrace
Who are you? when you violently shake
With another promise empty of thought
No measure of time inverted
Who are you? snared in the realm of the tomb
Who are you? with your destiny of doom
You wield your will with a stick in a back to front act of cruelty
Embalmed as duty evil blind
In a universe of ancient truths secure
In a shadow forever
Who are you? in shape and form you make no sense
Or justify the future floods of reality
We are not really different from you
Restless arcane germ of the future
You leave as you came in still without prophecy
Nor seeking reflection or disgrace
Who are you? when you violently shake
With another promise empty of thought
No measure of time inverted
Who are you? snared in the realm of the tomb
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