Morte Aumentata

The glimmer is hope the silence is still.
Beating hearts emerge to kill.
This is the day we rest our eyes.
Seeing through all of mankind's lies.
Peace be with us for we are one.
Shall this seal never come undone.
Breaking back into isolation.
There the stars shine in each constellation.
As the hope of these men still resides.
No longer shall we here their cries.
Goodbye, goodbye, we've said it before.
At last this time it shall mean much more.
What's left hidden for us to see?
Perhaps it is what shall set us free.
In the days that now grow short.
We write twisted things of this sort.
Among the broken and the damned.
We walk until the final door is slammed.
Once we reach this bitter end.
What we seek will descend.
Its the last words we write.
On this our final starry night.