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Speaking words that bring fire

To the hearts of fallen men

Bringing kindling to the pyre

Written down in purest form

Hearing sounds of holy memory

Catch upon the wind

Becoming mist on blackened earth

Names that no one speaks again

To walk the parapets

To view the grand design

To hear the dim and stifled sound

Of crackling embers, sorrows drowned

To be

To see and comprehend

To understand

To gaze beyond the veil

And find it empty,

Find it dead

For what was it made

The infinite and the ultimate jest

Reaching out to the end

A silent voice beyond

To know that it devoured

Both the one who called

And the one whose name

Was kindling for its flame

To walk the parapets

To view the grand design

To hear the dim and stifled sound

Of crackling embers, sorrows drowned