We stand behind
a wall of Screams
Where we hear
their games
Where we hear
their cries
Where we see their tears
coming out their eyes
In the whispering
of dead brown leaves
We walk in a garden
in a May rain
With Spirits dancing
in strange ways
Where Forgotten Sins
meet up with bleeding hearts
Quiet place to be
when you've lost your Light
Don't feel like playing
so I don't
She belongs to us now
This Mind is blowing
through their Graves
Tickling the ivy leaves
hiding their names
And I hear the same screaming
song in my head
And I keep reading
Holy words on their Stones

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