Already the mortuary of your mind is full
and the bodies of memories
both past and present
have overflowed in to the streets of your soul
The vultures are already circling
they won't turn down a free lunch
they will take what they want
you'll be too late with the clear up operation
In a way that is a good thing
that the scavengers are now exposed
they can dealt with when you are ready
along with all the rats
Once they are gone then the deaths will slow
and the graves will remain untroubled for a while
as long as the town remains strong
then you can be yourself again
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