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.
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