Apoptosis Lyrics

And the fifth trumpet sounded.
Scab-peel diatribe. Process of cellular suicide, the beauty of mourning in
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Five fingers.
Leaves, bones. Pitiful when the host opens wide to infection.
Trees, petals. Weakness in the flesh, downward flowing, self-deception.