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December comes with rusted sand

Cold again. Grey

Cold. So close. But I still can't

Gather stones

Cold. So close. Pressured

December comes with vacuous pain

Ruined and calmed in circles to stay

Thin crust of timesand is covering shapes

Of those who have not come

December comes with heartbreaking screams

Banging on the walls built within

Mobius loop disorients

So why's it normal to think that Death

Walks among us?

So… or have you become insane?

It happens with those who had crossed the frontier

Footprints in dry sand point the way

To the place where stars again can be found

But you should realize that

You step above dry bones of those who did not deserve it

They are sleeping below 8 feet of ground

So come as you are and prepare your bow

Trembling growing fast, truth untold

So come as you are and stand a tall

This drag is the one for your hands to hold