| That humiliating arbitrary adjudicator
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| Your cruelty builds in an endless cycle of decrepitude
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| Skin slackens with each passing second
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| Flesh weakens and softens
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| Bones stiffen in agony
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| Dreams dissolve
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| Hopes slough
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| A blackened pulp of deepest despair
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| A mind enfeebled and afraid
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| Gazes back upon a path of waste and regret
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| Gazes ahead only to the cold and to the empty
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| All will fall
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| All will fail
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| All will fall
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| All will fail
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| And so with each heavy, broken-backed step I inch closer to my reckoning
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| Sinews stiff, sloughing, sagging
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| Resonating with slow decay like catgut strings
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| Draped across a stave of rotting timber
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| The cathedral looms… Tearing, oppressive, stentorian
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| Cries once echoed in the chapels of cold stone
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| Where cowled figures dripped with feverish piety
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| And candles of reverence flickered in the torpid darkness of unanswered prayers
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| Stoic monolith that bleeds black redemption
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| Onyx shroud shed like skin
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| Penance driven into the maw of the soil
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| Stygian crust that chokes on the carcasses of the forgotten
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| There is no room here
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| Suffocation… Rejection…
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| A hopeless soul slithers in vapid vestibules
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| Echoes
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| Silhouettes
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| Fading notions of what once breathed false proclamations
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| Granite shaped by the echoes of supplication
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| Myriad visages gaze in judgement
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| A solemn phalanx stands as one
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| One singular totem of accusation
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| Choral, somnolent striking the marrow
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| Of a soul laced with corrosive regret
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| Guilty — Pathetic — Cringing
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| Crushed by stone
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| Withering within the inquisition cloisters
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| The last shreds of waning hope thus scatter
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| I cannot see what lurks within these sepulchral shadows
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| Emanating whispers of a thousand past condemnations
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| One thousand past condemnations!
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| Freezing hands reach — coiling, cloying
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| My name is but dust
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| And I flee again |