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My Arrival

Prepare my make up

Prepare my suit

Into my coffin

I’ll descend, blind and mute

 

Prepare the flowers

Prepare the place

And watch my stillness

My false, smiling face

 

Prepare your tears

Prepare your lies

Thinking I’m mute

You release your denies

 

Prepare your prayers

Prepare your stories

Of my righteous heart

And splendid glories

 

I can see it is all fake

So I do not care

Only for my Arrival

That is what I want you to prepare