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Requiem
Requiem

Mama, mama, your pies
faith they won't get cold
And turn your eyes to the sky
Your flag is flying

At half for the matadors
Who turned backs
To please the
And all fell before the

Red was the color of his blood flowing
Pallid white was the color of his lifeless
Blue was the color of the sky
He saw looking up from the ground where he
It was the last thing seen by him

Kyrie

Mama, mama, forget pies
Have they won't get cold
And turn eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag is flying

At half for the matadors
Who turned backs
To please the
And all fell before the

Black and were the figures that recorded him
Black and was the newsprint he was mentioned in
Black and white was the that so bothered him
He asked, he was taught not to ask
But was on his as they buried him

Rex majestatis

Requiem
aeternam