| I saw all colour bleached from the sky
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| I saw all life drained from the soils at my feet
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| I saw a million souls stripped from their fleshy prisons
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| I saw my own death staring back at me
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| Through the filmy orbs of my own accuser
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| I watched myself and this reality emptied
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| I saw skin become pallid, diaphanous parchment
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| One pitiful drop at a time, vigour drains
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| As great wings of finality unfurl
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| Throwing aeons into shadow
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| Unseen by a legion of bloodless eyes
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| Riven by a gradual weakening
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| Perceiving naught
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| Painless was the bleeding
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| And so we felt nothing at our parting
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| Life-essence reaved
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| Translucent skin bleached
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| Emptying veins throb and stutter
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| We fade to little more than ghosts
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| Cold fingers press against the surface of a sterilised credo
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| Eyes glazed, a legion of ciphers bend low
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| Thralls enthralled, supine before the Eucharist
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| A stained mirror reflecting naught but stagnation
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| So willingly did we surrender
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| Into this numb grasp of unmaking
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| Our footing lost on foundations of vapour
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| So willingly did we supplicate
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| To a deity etched in the translucent tatters
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| Of ignorance’s raiment in hopelessness befouled
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| So willingly did we disappear
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| So willingly did we disappear |