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Behold a landscape of death

Benchmarked, speckled this process of time

Symbols of stone, now calcified

A monument to our apathy, petrified

Rotten from the inside out

Icicles burn, and we prey to thee

And collapse on broken knees

No redemption, abysmal and blackened light

The hand that extends, one from above, one from below

Neither acknowledging each other's existence

Plunging fear in the heart of the world

I can be dead forever — I need to know help for that

Your shadow and your memory disappear in the presence of night