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born upon the cusp of revelation

a consciousness awakened by the dawn

a primitive undying fascination

moved the hand that carved into the stone

faces change, thought returns to dust

ashen countenance, holy rust

I am compendium

trapped inside the cultish hall of mirrors

taught to worship self-destructing flaws

running now, the ravens getting nearer

fighting off the gnashing of the claws

this is the weight of heartbreak

this is the weight of life

a thunder at the temple

silencing endless strife