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A great weapon of the world, unhinged and all knowing

I stare down the beast with refined resolve

But I am met with depravity

I grasp at the harrowing edge of acceptance

Void of a once infallible resolve and surety

An acute acridity that suffocates and scathes all who follow

All who follow

All encompassing

All consuming

All beings, all faith

Unnerved by its presence

A sheer chasm that froths and churns with glorious animosity

Beckoning to all whose peregrination ends here

A falsehood untold in a lifetime of certitude

This gate of judgment is not of grand splendor

Nor drenched in bile and flame

The endurance of devotion

An existence of lingering toil

Lingering toil

I search amongst looming dusk for a glint of incandescence

No blackened path licked with a sinful flame

Only tragic realisation, rendering existence a nullity

I stare down the beast with crumbling resolve

And am met with dominion over all things