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walking familiar fields

there is nothing, there is nothing here.

memories rotted in their place.

there is nothing to gain, nothing to save.

dreams burst into flames

still clenched are the charred remains

soil below boiling.

specters march with vile pursuits

they carry harrowing pain

their eyes are fixed

on every movement of everything

their cries will be answered

reap all we hide

cast it back inside

dreams burst into flames

still clenched are the charred remains

soil below boiling festering

culling the rot

scavenging through ashen memory

a flicker of light shines and birds regain flight

this fire will ravage all things

lest we turn away looking to the sky

the promise of creation is left to smoulder

their eyes are fixed on every movement of everything

their cries will be answered