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the lying of the might
We who aren't remembered
by those who never can.
Our story boards the corpses
Lying lined amid the gutters
Vital leached into
A nowhere where life is still vivid,, pleased an and
its an either, or another out into ether man.
our blood has ran.
so beautifully the droplets out
Stand an be uncountable
for none count us here is neverything.
Weve the sum of all is fucked
I am.
So are you
an all our gods are damned
To deaf an dumb to utter revelation.
To stiff to lift once holy hand.
Last prayers go unanswered.
Man Is blessed no ampersand
We need not drag our bloody pens
In such desperate changing sands
The unread page has unheard enuf of us.
the legion lifeless is the none
We forget that we were man.
In our ending a summation
This is the finaly our grand.
Pale an lifeless is how the world ends.
© Eschew Obfuscation