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What say you, faithful few

Calloused by the ineptitude of faceless generations

Objectivity and universal truths

Nostalgic delusions which blunt and mute

Death anxiety - manifested in innoculation

Stoking the flames of sin - our failed target

Now smoldering in paper-thin rapture

Your prayers - are these for us or for you?

We strain and stare

This empty foul air

Words cut short by palpitations

Again the darkness of night

And its unyielding isolation and light's starvation