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Walls that hum

With buried dread

Stained with prayers

The faithful fled

A breath between

The cracks of being

A hymn where no

Throat dares to sing

What listens

When the silence speaks

What remains

When faith releases

We kneel before

What has no face

And call the void

A sacred place

We would rather

Bleed from resistance

Than rot

From obedience

Cause Hell

Ends

When

You take

Responsibility

I observe

The circle spin

From silence born

To silence pinned.

And so they crawl

Through mirrored halls

Mistaking shape

For salvation.