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Time sinks slowly

Uttering nothing but black

And man has a hole in his heart

When the future is the past

Then a faint hum spells its name

And it's nothing, but a deep trench filled with shame

If all there is

Are bodies

Bones

Knocking against each other

In the dark

Then anyone

Anybody

Can wear your face

And anyone

Anybody

Can take your place

Cursed is the path

And cursed are all

Who choose to tread it

Forgiveness through blood

Forgiveness upon

The ones who shed it

It's kingdom come for none

In weakening hearts, in misery

To burn it all and some

With no sense of victory

This death that surrounds us

It's no colour and no meaning

The fire walks beside us

Treads on through and over the living