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There remains no monuments

To our vanity

No cenotaphs

To subsumed glory

Buried by the weight of years

We fashioned fate from the tyranny

Of thought

And the failure of noble intent

The failure of noble intent

And the great river of our blood roars in protest.

Tributaries swallowed by the

Grim god of silence

The god of silence

Relentlessly we wove the skeins

Heedless of our doom

Lashing to our lives

The promise of failure

And I will build within myself

A monument of flagellation

I will silence my tongue

And sacrifice myself to the empty vault of the firmament