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An open wound that will never close...

Echos of winter that caress these aching bones...

Cursed feet dredge this barren sea of broken souls

Festering in time against a torrential downpour

The dust cries out as the ground below us moves

An entropic dreamscape where the trees have lost their hue

Every root is left in rupture

Every stone left in disarray

Every child left a leper

Every temple is left in chains

Will we let this legacy define us?

Will we let these broken paths guide us?

Sell your father to the kings, oh Judas

And watch as he bleeds and cries out to you

Let the floods consume your empty tomb

Where you collapse and return, ash to ash, womb to womb