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Bloodless, nameless, faceless, face this

Boundless, weightless, sleepless, witness

Run or stand, you will leave empty handed

All or some, you will leave with none

All begins with a breath and a word

Mark my breath and my word and prepare

Take these images and sleep

Let them sink deep

Like a ship becomes the sea

When it sinks

Lustful crimson creatures limned in pain

Break from fate - from every heavy chain

Buried under a red blanket

Turned to granite

Under the thrall of winter’s ire

Bitter soul with a merciless desire

Best in the end to just give in

again and again and again…

Run or stand, you will leave empty handed

All or some, you will leave with none

When the fog begins to clear

No one’s here

Just a whisper of your faith

and your fear