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Flowers Of The

Through The Steadfastness Of Growing Up
Are The Dead
Dimly In The Moonshine
Are Roses

Putrid Of Flowers Of Evil
Is The Of Death
In The Silvery Of Cold Thorns There Are
Streams

Like The Of Black Iron Hand
Are The Of Buds
The Cold Of Their Leaves The Razorblade
Cuts The

The Night Is Fulfilled With Silent Knell
The Singing Of Death
With The Twittering Of Dead Phantom
In The Dead

Through The Steadfastness Of Centuries Up
Are The Stalks...
Steel Of Thorns, Ice Of
Of Leaves...
Those Inhaling The Aroma
Of Flowers Of The Evil In The Black
Are Consumed Forever With The
Of Realms