Lover of all face the Apocolypse you fade away under the black rain and flowers remain flowers to step on flowers to burn Am I ready for the god below red flesh to penetrate my skin to steel my soul away to the grave I seek until I'm feeling weak But there's fire in my heart, in my eyes in his body, in his eyes
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