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At what cost

build to the sky

outshine our gods

shut down our minds

believe our own lies

never find rest

reaching so far

never see the goal

Occupy these days with expense and sadness

drain the soul dry in search of the rotting

blindly thrust ourselves into the fires of waste

hands, extended, become folded in mournful prayers

Mining our cavernous graves

our home, our mausoleum

in ignorance we stretch

reaching only the end

Occupy these days with expense and sadness

drain the soul dry in search of the rotting

blindly thrust ourselves into the fires of waste

hands, extended, become folded in mournful prayers