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A quiet garden, filled with flowers
It is a tomb.
Disappear, Drown and Die.
Beneath thus, blackened sky.
And in his home in Babylon, sleeps
The corpse of Lucifer.
But it cannot die, which can eternal lie -
And with strange aeons,
Even death may die.
Birds and insects play their tune
Broken statues of Cherubim at the door.
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