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End of aspect grown in dust and filth

Burned as an offering to help you out with life

It crosses the line of the nameless chasm

All that remains is a vacancy of inertia

Reviled and cut, winding up to the same old page

Carried into the gates of eternal screams

Remember calling in to visit fear

It climbs up to the point of hate

Silence is offering the scream of alone

Dust sits on windows obscuring the view

To what can be seen over everything new

Silence is offering the scream of alone

It buries you into a myriad of dirt

That melds itself to every form

Created by your agonizing pain

You claw your way through the pages that seek

To tell you the story of where your life is spit

Silence is offering the scream of alone