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The mark

The order

The wretched ones

No purpose here

But to falter

So many times

We led ourselves astray

Our world so strong, has dissolved

Once a watcher

Now a bastard devoid of time

Of patience, of love, of innocence

I wear this dead mass around my neck

To recall a path, I spat at

As blackest night unfolds

Their whispers on the wind

The voices of the dead

Call on

For dys I relive the fall

Cursed to walk shattered paths

A rat's heart

You can't comprehend

The loathing, the doubt

The withdrawal

The water runs

Seeps through the wound

A deathly cry, alive in the woods

I walked on dazed, regardless.