I. THEY CONGREGATE TO MOURN
No
We did not welcome the day
Though we quietly pled for the end inside
Neither time nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare
This we take to our graves
II. THE PERSECUTION OF EVERY NEXT BREATH
True living and breathing d**h
Every breath is surely the last
But another
How many more will follow
And another
How many more can be endured
Broken whispers
Shy touches to pa**ing flesh
A twitch of life
A cold shudder
Defy the instinct to recoil
Yet another breath
Ignore your pain
You are not your own
You are the strength of life and love
To usher in the end
Hearts besieged by lament and relentless trial are pumping cold blood
Glacial and ceaseless desolation commands the stillness we have become
Submit to fear
Bow to sorrow
Assent to d**h
The cold governs by decree
Yes
We welcome the day
Precisely by the hour
We plead for the grave
This our bitter confession
Conquered long before we begin to suffer the loss
d**h holds dominion over more than dying
Aching for the next reachable paradise
Awaiting the last
Dear Lord
Not another breath
Cold lord imparts the loss
Bound with resulting reflection
Deep and deprecating
Was I mindful
Have I suffered
Am I of warmth
Worth affection
Capable of love
A vessel of hate and bitterness
In this d**h so close
Beset with travail
I am aware of every fault and failure
III. GO FORTH TO LIFE
Now rest
Leave your venom behind
May we all have such strength