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It's the calm when the storm is darkest

 Slicing pupils in their descent

 Bodies abused by the hands of the sworn

 The ransom refused we slice in order

 The sharpest and dullest coexist in the hands of the dismissed

 Time is up I'll go on my terms

 Vile is the thud of gravity on the joints

 When there's nothing left

 The freedom of the joy is in the promise

 The impossible has rattled foundations

 The eyes of the witness can never unsee

 What is this relief in refusal

 How is this even happening

 The unwavering display of palpable belief

 This profane ecstacy is condemned to be forgotten

 Under the threat of their end

 Shovels ring into the night

 What will give to save the relic of sacrifice

 This mission is way beyond us

 Bring back the Witness of Elsewhere

 The borders of the mad are defined by a Tyrant

 Still we dig on despite the threat of death

 Crack the pine confines and gather the will to push on

 Past the ghastly remains

 Still aglow from the burnt stares of wonder

 You took it all with you

 As the last vestige of flickering against the present darkness

 This really happened

 Where is your belief