Foto do artista Sepulchrum

The Gardens Of Necropolis


These flowers grow and bloom as we die
Delicate and pale they feed on us

Your hopes are now their soil
Your sins are now their smell

This sprawling city is open to all of us
Visitors are encouraged to stay

These bones are bleached and dry
This dust is cold and white

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