Lingua Eius Loquetur Indicium.

Three hundred and six
In only six years
If it was an accident
Where are the tears?
I am still unidentified
Behind the cathedral
Is where my body hides
But I'm not inside
Just one of sixteen
In early one day
If it was a game
Why couldn't I play?
I am the abandoner
But still I remain
And my frozen pulse quickens
As the black plot thickens

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