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No Sense in Self Worth
12:56
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At the Ending of the Clock
The dissolution of wish and dream
Lost the last great exodus
And falls the Wanderer, unredeemed
On the occasion of thin
semblance of slumber
Continued the waxing and
waning and relay of tides
Failing rotation, obsolete
tradition
Repetition, devoid of
meaning, within a Sepulcher
Of lies
Frozen tenebrous frames
Shelter grey photographs of
Long forgotten places
That exist no longer in memory,
In structure, or in shapeless spaces
Not in location, text, or in
whimsical mind
The illusion of Life projected only by deliberate glacier of Time
Has swallowed these and their origin, all
Dust and fading print strewn and hung in empty halls
In melting tomb, unfeeling, thawing
Disremembered forgetful hands without purpose, clawing
Decaying 'neath cracked unclean panes
Decades to centuries toil to fade
Unquiet spirits smear, discolor, and stain
Bitter and brittle and become Unmade
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Conqueror
14:53
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Silence the sound of fear’s discords
And gaze upon this gala night
Insipid illusion amid pale grey light
And we pray for the worm to devour
Growing fond of this self-same spot
And the circling path to and fro
Trained by time to ignore our own cries
Like the moans of lepers passed by
While far away playing fiercely upon
Majestic flutes of grim portent
Hordes of entropy rise to disperse
On condor wings of invisible woe
The cold wind a whining murmured refrain
Stark indifference, driving forth without purpose
Elemental waste competing with stone and rain
To wear away, to disperse, to call forth the wurm
In moss covered prison, what hope have we
To wipe the dust from our eyes
To heed the echoing screams behind
To silence the fear, to not be blind?
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Woods of Isolation
06:51
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Alone with
the cold winds
Deep within frozen woods
a deep dark
these woods of isolation
I shall call my final home
Moon hidden by the fog
Bitter depression
Hate of life
Ravens sing my funeral song
My tears rivers flow
In grief I shall forever haunt these woods
I seek the path in this life
In this forest i find it
Within the heart of winter
I shall leave my mortal shell
and be one with the winds of oblivion
Fire burns bright as I raise my knife
The incision made deep
The red blood on white snow
I am at my final rest
Deep within the cold woods of isolation
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Yearning
12:10
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Oh how I yearn
For centuries of old
Oh I yearn
To learn what can't be known
Oh how I yearn
To reach into the black
Oh how I yearn
To never wander back
Oh how I wish
To walk the crimson road
Oh how I wish
To feel this soul erode
Oh how I wish
To feel the winds of death
Oh how I wish
To draw my final breath
Oh how I need
To reach beyond the light
Oh how I need
To reach eternal night
Oh how I need
To suffocate this flame
Oh how I need
To never be the same
Oh how I yearn
For centuries of old
Oh I yearn
To learn what can't be known
Oh how I yearn
To reach into the black
Oh how I yearn
To never wander back
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Proud Flesh
06:45
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