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Fleeting

Conscience

There is no way out

Drowning

Fetus

In a fountain of corruption

A place from which none return

In this Garden

of forking paths

hope does not stand tall

Left in the jar

It will not fall

Guidance from the void

builds these walls of vines

But I've lost my grand design

And the exits have dissolved

Fleeting

Conscience

There is no way out

Drowning

Fetus

In a fountain of corruption

A labyrinth of undying growth

Enlightened by the abyss

Exiled

And estranged

This is the cost

Tortured

By the silence of

Eternal night

The scars are deep within

From a Self inflicted

Loneliness

The hooves of time march on

And a bell still tolls for thee

What totems hast thou built

Before thy time is spent

The light of the lantern wanes

Lost in thy own forest maze