| To pull back this ruined limb
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| Devoid of purpose
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| For all intents ruined
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| A time that stole this heart
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| A yield of bone and flesh
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| Empty seeds that grow into hollow shells with no fruit
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| To fill a hole that can not be filled
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| A time that stole this spine
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| A yield of stone and ash
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| Words that follow forms sedative
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| And misleading
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| And a need for the need to believe
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| A crushing need to be desired
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| Full of fear and abandonment
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| To give hope to a heart that can not know hope
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| A yield of disappointments
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| And you are a liar
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| Est mea vocorum vox daemonorium
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| Vivos ango
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| Convoco pestem
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| Noxa dissipo
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| Coniugo cruentes
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| Sacrosanctum Convomo
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| Mortuous laudo
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| Gray dust piled and blown away to hill and plain
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| May you find unease, diseased and weak offspring
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| Retract at the sun’s glare
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| Retreat, fall back
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| Crippled wallflower
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| Years and years, upon wasted years
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| Upon sundered seas and darkling stars
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| No cairn of stone
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| No circle of spear
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| Awash in dead technologies
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| Waters clogged with branch and ash
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| Atop the crest of an epoch
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| There, eyes with bitter tears
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| Alone stand I unsatisfied with a lack of proof of your demise
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| Repayment in kind I demand
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| A just finality I deserve |