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In Shrouds Decayed (Triptykon)

I am your shrine I am your womb You rest inside of me My flesh shall be your tomb Your words decay To foulest rain A shroud of mildewed lies enwrapping your remains Your body draped Next to mine Exposed to all unless they've chosen to be blind You caused my sweat To drop as blood Soling this meager ground of desecrated mud Your mind depraved You've crucified yourself upon my barren grave My fingers tenderly Caress your face I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days I've conceived you I've destroyed you You were stillborn Inside of me