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Deafening silence hidden in the sands of time

Like the veins of the world

Carrying the very essence of oblivion

The silent pulse knows no boundaries

Echoes through infinity

Finding its faithful seekers

Lingering scents of memories

From the dawn of man

The first fear, death, victory

Loss, grief, submission

All the passages from the beginning

To the end of all and back once again

Beyond the frail veil of flesh

Like a spear through millenia

I walk the pathways of the dead