Aura of Quietus

A bouquet of the vestiges of our gall An aroma that we all parade With an essence we can't abate One day it shall encompass us all For we are inevitable to the fall And that sinewy scent gives us no shade From that quietus, not willing to fade But when we enter the gates, we shall be shawled Let that last fragrance trumpet our arrival As we cross the everlasting sea Cause those that greet us are only tribal But if your name is ascribed in the book of the bible The the scent of quietus will set you free For only our transgressions, we are liable.