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Our hands outstretched to the sky,
Words are echoes of foregone lore
Beckoned from the grieving sun,
To where mirrors bear no reflection

From...the buried sky,
Tears...sadness rains
Towards...the soul's apex
Walk...into open flame

An ashen shoreline extends out,
Endless oceans of pallid sand,
Drawn by the crumbling of crypts,
To where the wind blows in all directions

Light...consumed by soul,
Born...in blessed silence
God...divine manifestation,
Suffer...in human flesh

Sworn to traverse a barren earth,
Bearing the truth we've devoured,
Lured from sunlight shining through skin,
To where wounds open and draw breath

Drown...in dimming light,
Eyes...behold the void
Watch...with coffins agape
Scream...the last epitaph

All suffering is divine,
All glory gained through pain,
Yet those who bled to witness light,
In darkness still remain
These words bleed forth from famished mouths,
These tears stain glorious halls,
Yet in the fire, where laughter resounds,
The wind shall bear our calls

We dream...in the crypts of the sun,
We bleed...for the father of life,
We die...and rot in merciful agony
We are...the divine silence

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