Final Dance

Step aside, and keep your breath;
Devil’s bride and kiss of death.
Bow down to the teeth of time;
Break the law, commit no crime.

The sour land grows wheat of mourning,
One by one we breathe the lies.
Thus finally on us is dawning
What the black hole sun denies.

Stroke me gently without touch;
Truth we seek but never clutch.
All the world trembling with fear;
I feel safe with death round here.

The light of yesterday keeps raining,
As the wind of morrow chants.
While our love and hope are waning,
We prepare the final dance.


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