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• Artiste: Deathbed Conversion
• Titre: The Peony
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The peony hath wilted Beneath the golden sun Like all the halls with silver walls Man will tarnish and be done The blade of grass still growing Beneath the empty sky Like every place where god is graced Man still weakens and will die And everybody knows this Or professes least as much But, oh how can we understand Lest death chooses us to touch? And many men enlightened claim knowledge of whats next say how can one: "Thy will be done" And be higher than the rest? I do not desire to make fools out of tools But darkness clouds the minds of crowds and tells them what to do Always they're proclaiming "'tis the light, I've seen the light" But blinding views and constricting rules must make men want to die At least they'll go to heaven Their souls their god's to claim I'll land in hell, with satan dwell But it's truly all the same The sinning will continue along with all the saves This life a trap, a tryst One which all souls must brave