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Untiring weakness breaks ground in my heart

hundreds of demons have torn me apart.

with teethless grin, violent,

bones and skin, pale, withering, as they crawl out of the deep

can’t you hear their tortured souls sigh?

Howling like wolves along the hillside.

Stare like a hare into a snake’s eye.

Follow like rats to sounds of steel pipes

on winding trails into the dusk.

'Somber grey melancholy paints the night upon her shield

moves upon waters crystal clear reveals herself and disappears.'

I bear my cross on top of the hill

barefoot, adorned in thorns and rags.

Out of hollow sockets that have witnessed destruction

skulls blindly stare at the sun.

Crucified among this place of skulls

where curtains are torn and all the tombs break open.

Hearts despond – failing to beat in rhythm.

No one cries – roosters won’t stop their crowing.

Wings torn out – fragile like porcelain

Tongues cut off – voices run dry and cease.

Eyes burnt out –so they can‘t see our downfall.

Light goes down.