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That winter morning, wandering astray

My senses are numbed by the cold

Passing by figures enclothed in fog

Their faces mute suffering told

Does it really matter if you’re free?

When time brings an end to all we see?

Remembering the choices that had bought me here...

I fall to ruin

Here lives the father, here lives the son

A life I forsook for the love of one

My freedom is bitter, the sweetness has fled

My words of repentance remain unsaid

Weight of time

The blackness that stifles us all

Fear of a deathless beyond

It emanates into my mind… the austere void

Another wilted soul in dread of pain to come

My hope has fallen to the side

One decisive move and all this could be ended

A solemn meadow awaits the scythe

Here is the terminus

Harvesting blade poised to fall

I am rejected and cast away

"Oh Lord, forgive me all!"

Forgive me all

Oh Lord, veiled in light

Restore this life

Just once… for all time