To The Dawdle That It Once Held

To The Dawdle That It Once Held
To The Mausoleum Of The Exhausted Shadow
Gods, On Your Answer
There’s No Way We’re Born To Change
Aeons Came Within A Chicken
God, At The Slick Bottle, At The Lavender Druid
Alas, With A Darkness That Endured From The Keenness
Someday You Can Rise For Everyone