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Death, the winter of life
A descent of idyllic stillness
A reclamation of atrophy to still the forlorn mind
Life, the pathogen of entropy
A meliorism of law
A perseverance in spite of an implacable world
Light Fractured by the skeletal canopy irradiates titian leaves along the path
Mutely, I traverse, disquieting not the autumnal stillness
Yet, the pale horse follows
A somnambular pace, traversing a lucid dream
and present causeway to the end of all light
Apocalypse of the soul
Left no trace upon this path
To witness the death of oneself
To fall into eternity
A rigid statue
Toppled in the slightest breeze
But where the pale horse rides
A storm will always follow
Somatic slumber, from which one never wakes
Abstractedly harvested for the coffers of the black throne
Slain for the coffers of the black throne!

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