At the grave
Grieving
I stand before the gravestone
I say my last goodbye
Self righteous indignation lies
Behind the mask of apathy
Seduction
To an
Artificial thrill
Dionysus’
Takes her hold
As I embrace
I
Choose
To
Make
A Stand
But to be a martyr – first you have to die
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