A Gradual Awakening

The Funeral Pyre

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    These souls have awakened into their hell of a world
    Tormented by the infections of their flesh
    Blood spills from their mouth
    Rage is the killer from the inside
    With bloodshot eyes they only see
    The death for the innocent
    But all is silent in this atmosphere
    Not a hint of breath or life
    With these being the last days
    For the human race
    From a virus its thirst is blood
    In these days of suffering
    In a world that does not exist the end has come
    From the bowels from which we were spawned
    No turning back below this red sun
    A haunting tale with an ending
    Not so satisfying, like the taste of the infection
    There is a hint that nothing can be
    Changed from this society
    Among the dead i fall asleep to lose y grasp
    On this so called civilization
    This death has spread into my veins

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