Embodied
Entombed
Enshrined
Let us revel in our meat prisons
Let us explore our lusts
Before we once again
Become a thing of gas
And dust
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See AllI live in a house of dead. The still quietness of this place echoes woes of sorrow and despair. I, so young cannot wait to die. To die and join those gone to the region of shadow. Who would find me
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