Rising stolid from the earthen mound
A monolith of living memories
We wish to remember, and would rather forget
But remember we must, lest the memories fade to dust
This unbroken pillar, all that is left
Of the uncounted multitude of dead
All of the love, the anger, hate, and fear
Nothing remains but the silent unmoving stone

As the falling rain covers us in ash
We whisper urgent sighs a death knell to our past

As our memories fade, fade away at last
We cower before a silent God,

Faith in nothing, faith in death
That are deeds were useless, useless to the last

So we bow our heads in veneration
Tonight we gather here, here at the Cenotaph

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The Faithless, they, abandoned as they were, gathered upon the Cenotaph. Reverence for the fallen, the loss of the forsaken ones. They gathered here upon the Cenotaph to grieve and their grief reached the heavens and God turned away for the world had displeased him.

The Book of Eschaton
Chapter II, Verse X

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