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We scrape for the surface

Drawn by obsession

Ghosts we are, pursuing safe passage

Seeking a dire last gasp

As mother ocean swells

The face rises to stain the reach

Allegiances left to eternal rest

It's cold in exile

I am the one voice

In a hollow realm

I have no answers in death

A torch bearer

Whom do you carry for?

Who will you burn to the ground

In these trying times?