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Armed and trained

to persist in the fight

for promised no tomorrow

for no false sun to rise

Determined and equipped

with fearsome techniques

their exertion leaves

no prisoners to take

By the sharpest of all blades

Perdition prepares the way

for the wounds to come

With the strike without a single warning

the silent defiler is approaching

The word is silence, the ways unknown

for behind the Now is the eternal Never

The path is narrow, the hearts hollow

beyond every world’s light

darkness is forever

"Yes, I dread your presence

this lack of defense of a system of thought

I can only observe stunned as missing links and holes of logic

become your points of ingress. Evermore...."

Unknown is the limit of this boundless friction

Never understood its cypher

And the urge to follow the call

Of this undeniable holy Strife

The true loss is a victory

in the lone war of the one

who eliminates the enemy

that he inevitably becomes

The word is absence, the way is not

for behind the all stands nothing at all

the path is sorrow, the heart is cold

at the root of every world its nightmares unfold