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Embers of perilous rise

Razed graves scraping the

sky, no more

Smokeless

Grinded memories

Amorphic pieces turn to

gravel again

Dig!

Fill in the hole from inside

Underground nest

Buried secret

Dig and go down

to the tomb

Serene land

Placid surface

Forbidden light

Nebulous threat

Fathomless throne

Opaque power

Constant dread

for everyone

Damned within suspicion

Cursed in virtue of wariness

So silent

Such a dead globe

Monochrome landscape

We fear the ghosts of

universe

So absent

Drained deep oceans

Banned radio waves

We are the nameless

survivors

Enemy is near

Watching every clue

Seeking signals,

in quest of the fatal cue

Dig and go down

to the tomb

What if ghosts were unreal?

What if worms were not

only swarming?

What if kings were not

born beheaded?

What if you were already

dead?