Requiem for The Lost Souls

They are made of tarot cards you can't never be able to read. 
They are made of untyped mantras that zugzwangly linger inside your veins. 
They are made of seconds that can't never be touch by time.
They are made of tender whispers when the aurora appears from the north,
but sadly your head always full of riot noise when they come.
So don't make atlantis inside your eyes,
because tomorrow they'll come to sing you a requiem.

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