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Darkness is silent

Silence is golden

Spirit and body

Consume, satiated, beholden

I am the scapegot leading the rats

Away from blood-smeared doors

And in our desparate attempt to master chaos

We spread ourselves too thin

And snap ourselves back into formation

A cadence of the dead, none of us yet

To have fallen to the ground

Suspended in time, frozen with indecision

The hole through the wall bearing our weight

We enter through, fleshless, in state