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This beatific sting transcends the mind, body and soul
Dripping through our veins, complete and total
Silently we converse in flesh and tongue
Strung up we begin to see ourselves coming undone
Strike the match, set to blaze that just might raze
We knew, grasped and understood the moment
It was when we should have stayed
Stuck like insects in amber
Each soft whisper our caress
Except all the things we care for less
Atavism our legion, Cancer our reason
Immorality coming swiftly into season
Transcendence in our transgression
Breaking the dams of our indecision
Ignescence before the epilogue
Haven't a clue.
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