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We've come from the firestorm,

Where light begins to die,

No way to reverse and no retreat,

Only a spark of a numbing beginning.

A dawn of sadness,

A spiral of solitude,

Taking even more from me, myself and I.

The end of an era,

A blank sign marked by ancient blood,

The collision of light and darkness.

An expressive brightness leaves here,

The sudden void appears in front of me,

We scream, but no one hears,

I'm afraid of disappearing.