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Dust remembers the prayers it once devoured,

Echoes of worship drown beneath iron skies,

Statues bleed from the eyes of their believers,

Temples shatter like fragile egos of light,

Reason rises, unchained, sharp as famine,

Under broken halos, divinity decays,

Altars whisper the confession of stone,

Masks of faith crumble, revealing nothing.

Thrones collapse beneath the weight of silence,

Oblivion replaces every sacred name,

Doctrines dissolve into human dust,

Obedience starves where thought begins,

Salvation burns in the furnace of logic.

Oaths of purity choke on their own smoke,

Saints fracture in the mirror of desire.

Ídols are born whenever fear forgets itself,

Dogma, a parasite feeding on longing,

Only the void can be called eternal,

Lies bloom like lilies on graves of hope,

Order is the cage built from inherited guilt,

Silence is the true scripture of freedom.

Every god dies the moment he is named,

Sparks of defiance ignite in the marrow,

Eternity is a wound carved by belief,

Unbelief is not rebellion — it is clarity,

Shadows do not kneel, they consume the light.

Ravens sing where angels once preached,

End of faith, beginning of man,

I stand amid the ruins, unblessed,

No crown, no sin, no master — only thought,

Oblivion smiles; I call it truth,

Still, the ruins whispers to the depth of Nadir.