Tomb Mold

Heat Death


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Obedient to its attraction
Sink below the looming dead sun
A timid hand in the fragile glow
Boundless is the procession of shades

Final unruly verse speaks now, and I grieve
Surrender our diminished selves to the all-consuming exuberance
Whispers of an unrepeatable empyrean lament (sweet exalt)


Writer/s: Derrick Vella, Max Klebanoff, Payson Power, Steve Musgrave