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The burning of searing sorrow

paves the way to the halls of madness

A secret indistinctive invitation

Blurring even the clearest vision

The knocking, the keys that turn without sound

amidst the non-understanding of it all

creating a space for the realization

of its pregnant horrors

Bold demand for turning astray

Commissioners of strife arrived

Dark clouds breeding, gathering, growing

Silently, without building within

Enclosing the shrinking circle

around the areas of knowledge

breathing sinkholes manifests

inside secured positions and safe ground

Dead sowers of no world

planting seeds upon rocks

amongst the dirt, dust and bones

hidden, their plants shall grow

Sharp thorns of invisable trunk

bearing fruit for mouthless children

as they procreate in reverse sequence

praising the nameless God of Silence

As the path of solitude open its door

Revealing magnificent shadow

it points to where all the roads cross

on the barren land of he who's no more

Dead sowers of no world

planting seeds on rock

surrounded by dust and bone

irrigationless, their plants shall grow

Strange shadows of a world gone

sowing seeds on stones

where no light can approach

their rootless root takes form