Warm heart.
Ashes.
Bone structure made of dirt
Fire and water
Earthy matter.
Spirits of the seven winds.
Calling me.
Corpses burn and decay
And then flourish once again.
Like a phoenix from the ashes we are reborn
We sit among the shadows
On a land of moss and decay
Under a carpet of unspeakable beauty
And a sky of wonders.
Hating every moment of despicable beauty
Because it makes us feel
In a senseless world.
Bury me deep in order to be reborn again.
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