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I watched the feathers (closely) as they hovered above fire
This season has drawn them down to perish (into nothing)
The crown is growing, inhale the smog
The blaze reminds me of my trail to walk alone
I wear the antlers of the Grim
The sun deceived me

I felt the tremor inside
A sudden shift, a new approach
No reason to hold on, I detach my wings and fall
Counting off my failures to find the measures of crucial weight

We live - to surrender
We crawl - to perish in dust
We dwell - in doubt among fools
We starve - in seclusion

I wear the antlers of the Grim
The sun deceived me
Loss

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