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Grasping the cowardice that brought us here
Willing old faults to surface
And continue carrying us to ruin
The narrow tunnel of light further closing in
Enveloping the already dying
There is no road to redemption
The paradox is that we are ever more disparate
Ever more divergent
Out of reach of repair
Yet never untied from the other
Never unbound from what's etched into the husk
Never absolved
(Stripped from each fragment of bone)
Recurring endless
Shattered resolve
Fractured and forbidden to witness
Sheltered from the agony
Of self dissent
In
The face
Of all
In reversal
They were worthless
Pitiful and hopeless
Extinguish
This light
Which befell us
We have proven
To be unworthy
Extinguish
This light
Which befell us
Pitch black
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