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Heart of Babel

ISSUE #9

Author:

Heart of Babel

Author:

Garathe Den

ISSUE #9

[ Necromancer ] - Introspection

[ Necromancer ]

Love met with no desire

Chase the pulse as it expires

Maybe then I'll feel the fire

Still this corpse is cold to touch

Looking now out for a savior

One day I may never waiver

Until then I'll have to tailor

To a life that's just a crutch

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What I sought to be was righteous

Yet it ended in a crisis

That is nothing more than lifeless

And I've all but given up

Now I wander with these morsels

Of a life that's damning mortals

How I long to know the morals

Instead I'm choking on the cup

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For the drink I drank was soured

And it churns and burns with power

And the hand has struck the hour

Of the time I had to spare

Yet as I lift my hands they tremble

And they no longer resemble

The once valiant, mighty rebel

That had longed to beat despair

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Now from this crypt I rise a devil

With an agony that revels

If my heart could only settle

Into life or into death

So I hold my breath and swallow

Wrapped in the blanket of this hollow

And I pray this grave is shallow

But I fear eternal depth

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Shall I commit to reach the summit

From the soils I have plummet

May I once hear the mighty trumpet

See the victories of grace

But it's my mind that only bellows

The damnation of these echoes

Already drowning in the shadows

The reflections of disgrace

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Now my corpse has become brittle

Lined and course, torn and riddled

I am seeking an acquittal

But I'm the only one, to judge

And in this darkness there's no telling

Time nor length which I've been dwelling

And still internal constant yelling

Is the heart that lies begrudged

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It is hell I've come to linger

Which I can only point the finger

At myself, for living hindered

If of a life I still possess

For I have always been the culprit

Built this prison from the pulpit

And now remain here to convulse it

In the afflictions of distress

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I have become the apostle

Of the grave that speaks to fossils

It was never more a gospel

Just the evil I have kept

Now buried, forever silenced

Knelt to intercede in violence

For it is loss that's drawn alliance

Within the worshiping of death

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