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Rising, splitting through coffins constructed of light-years

Prey, the target of annihilation, emboldened by hellish reckoning

Forlorn, yawning abyss staring into our last breath

Broken, shards of a sullen faith crawling on the mantle of a new existence

Even now, even still, our revelation is final

Our last candle smoking quietly in white embers

To stare into it is to blind us all

To stare into ourselves, we're blinded by infrared and ultraviolet, crumbling in drops of acrid plasma

Our existence, on this driftwood of horror, gone, extinct, devoured

By endless assaults on our memory

A terrifying sight becoming increasingly dreadful

An existence that has been owed to us