Vasto Grom - To The Fallen

Upon this beautiful web of lies
I sleep and rest my head
Unbeknownst to all the other
The me they knew is dead
He died nearly five years ago
In the exact spot that I lay
And the last words he uttered were
I shall find peace upon this day

Vasto Grom

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