| Nothing that breathed disturbs this enclave
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| As the monolithic cosmic millstone
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| Grinds ever onwards
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| Crushing meaning beneath cold stone
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| It is here that I lie
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| At one with the darkness
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| Where timelessness breeds tranquillity
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| And the ravages of frailthy thrash
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| Against the walls
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| Of a reality long ago
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| Fractured and scattered
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| And yet, so slowly
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| It starts to slip away
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| Draining, sinking
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| My strength weakens
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| With each shuddering breath
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| With the fading of the mists
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| And the dying howls
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| Of the withering wilderness
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| Wreathed in decay
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| Solitude is torn away
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| My cries pierce the silence like arrows
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| As this refuge is rent asunder
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| The fragile fabric collapses
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| Realisation wracks the spirit
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| And I stare into the glittering eyes
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| Of yet more unbridled sufferance
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| Rending me
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| As this solace wanes, the wind grows colder
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| This once-verdant landscape now stands
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| Stooped and alien, stripped of spirit
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| Nothing remains to soothe a lamenting soul
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| What was once mine is no more
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| Ripped open and naked, I bleed
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| Beneath the wanton iron skies
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| That pour misery onto a hapless thrall
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| My nothingness exposed to all
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| So little now still stands
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| Scorched earth and desolation and legacy of shame
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| For which I now pass judgement through the vessels
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| Of a new and forlorn epoch |