The gardens of necropolis
Sepulchrum
These flowers grow and bloom as we die
Delicate and pale they feed on us
Delicate and pale they feed on us
Your hopes are now their soil
Your sins are now their smell
This sprawling city is open to all of us
Visitors are encouraged to stay
These bones are bleached and dry
This dust is cold and white
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