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Dust to dust and flesh to bash

Ghostlike war-scream turneth to ash

Vanishing when arrows crash

Death caress lengths only a flash

The chamber of flesh in its ridden march

Bending its beliefs as an arch

Mind turns dark in the rift of harsh

Dyes the vision to a blindfold dark

Eroded dreams in the horizons grin

Driven walk through a ridden beam

Bleached bones, thy flesh is clean

The icon of pale skin got you in a ring