Death Without Faith
I wander this eve through a garden of stone
Each stone is set with words so marked
Though I feel safe, as if it is home
I feel so cold within the dark
I cannot help but feel so personally alone
As now I am standing, I cannot laugh
For I see now on new placed stone
The words of my own epitaph
My head then bows before this scary sight
The view so steals the warmth from me
I cry, I know I’ve passed, this night
I’ll wander earth eternally
Oh faith, lost faith, I’ve cursed my grave
As earth’s now the master, I am it’s slave
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