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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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