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So

As this we come

The meeting of materialized souls

Like a wildfire set on torches

Life ceases

While we spend

The winters

And dying suns

When can I rest?

When can I leave this sorrow?

When can I breathe again?

The time is going to end

But the world is massive

To place all of it

On my back

Countless autumns

Leaves of tears

A Present winter

Cold blinded heart

This is my burden

Make me free

Ease this stigma

I stand at the edge of nothingness

When they reveal to me

The futile of the useless

My fire illuminates nothing

My life is a frustrated

Victory

When can I rest?

When can I leave this sorrow?

When can I breathe again?

The time is going to end

But the world is massive

To place all of it

On my back