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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required October speaks of death, I hope now she can rest, And lay the soaring bird on down. Underneath her clothes, only herself she loathed. We've seen this done before. Together they manifest their cause, ripping with their claws, Tearing flesh and bone. From the shame inside swelling at her sides, She broke herself on stones. And the monsters say "There's on her to blame, With many heads we only think the same". When no words of solace leave our lips, I can tell you the world will end like this, Under the Eclipse. All around they slayed and left where she laid To bleed out all her wrongs. And now that she's gone, over with and done, Her memories all they play. She can show you how people lose their sanity. She can show you how the world has lost humanity. Those who turned their eyes, this has only you to blame. To console yourself you say "Oh what a shame". I can tell you how the world will end like this, Under the Eclipse, Under the Eclipse. Wool across my eyes, Shields me from this life. Every single thread Coating what they said. Every drop of rain Lights a candle in Memory of the one Who burned for others fun. She can show you how people lose their sanity. She can show you how the world has lost humanity. Those who turned their eyes, this has only you to blame. To console yourself you say "Oh what a shame". I can tell you how the world will end like this, Under the Eclipse, Under the Eclipse. Where is the sun? Where is the sun?
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