December comes with rusted sand
Cold again. Grey
Cold. So close. But I still can't
Gather stones
Cold. So close. Pressured
December comes with vacuous pain
Ruined and calmed in circles to stay
Thin crust of timesand is covering shapes
Of those who have not come
December comes with heartbreaking screams
Banging on the walls built within
Mobius loop disorients
So why's it normal to think that Death
Walks among us?
So… or have you become insane?
It happens with those who had crossed the frontier
Footprints in dry sand point the way
To the place where stars again can be found
But you should realize that
You step above dry bones of those who did not deserve it
They are sleeping below 8 feet of ground
So come as you are and prepare your bow
Trembling growing fast, truth untold
So come as you are and stand a tall
This drag is the one for your hands to hold
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