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Solitary Old, Skeleton King

I wake up in the dust

there is nothing else around me

I wake up with thoughts of my old mother who fed me

Old sacrifices, and ancient injustices

no sin relapse on me,

but as she doomed, bound

with the moon on the thirtieth day

I sing the blooming of the rose

Solitary Old Skeleton King

I shine with my tears

do not repay what I lost

Her

Already far from me,

the sun still falling down

and if my sentence must be eternal

then I continue to hope

I continue to hope, and singing a trust

that every flower that bloom, is for her

that she captures it

that she feels my smell

That she remembers, me

but now I am, dust

and the only taste

is that of death, and

Thorn