From aeons hymn, a misery dims
transcending, becoming, transforming
Carving the stone with a blunt knife
a deeper force to be reckoned with
a monument to the lives long since past
the extinguished are always relinquished
headless serpents call my grave home
sewn are the seeds of remorse...
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