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A dagger of roses plunged through my heart, let’s lick up the blood and gaze the stars.

Fear not my appearance;
fear what you’ve done to me.

Meet me at my tomb to unearth me
being dead in a world draped in agony
is not how I want to remember my body
Covered in the webs of the spiders guarding me
bony arms slip through the sarcophagus surrounding
what’s left of my decaying flesh

They attempt to piece me back together
incapable, they are cursed by my shelter—
they should have never entered!
My mausoleum shelters my body
with a curse unleashed on those who enter

Drop to your knees, mortal beings
follow the stench of my corpse which leads
to my tomb where you’ll find me at peace
but I can’t say that you’ll make it out of here easily

I remember all that you’ve done to me

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