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Outside the grasp of sanity

Frostration wrapped in leathers

On the other side of the glass

Watching figures dance

At the outer edges of peril

Immobilized in black

In a box made of glass and stone

Where no light of day can reach

Symphonies proclaiming harm

The unbeatable beating within

Reaching boundaries beyond

Casting the singing of seraphs

One for no waves

Two for the setting suns

Three to touch the clouds

One for the calm

Two for the night

and the rest to reach the light

Ingestion from healer’s hand

A slave to the fruit they bare

Famine induced by the ones in white

Where no hunger should be

At the outer edges of peril

Immobilized in black

In a box made of glass and stone

Where no light of day can reach

Symphonies proclaiming harm

The unbeatable beating within

Reaching boundaries beyond

Casting the singing of seraphs