Burial Plates

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Aching. Bleeding. Bandaged. Pleading. World spinning. Essence draining. Final moments. Yearning. Choking. Praying. Flailing. It all goes black. With my last dying breath, I curse the living and the dead. Every name gets it's burial plate. Even great lives end up in a grave.

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from Cosmic Pessimism, released October 1, 2016

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