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Crimson droplets seep

Into the gleaming creek

It breathes heavily

And releases a sigh

Chorus:

We will tear down the gods

An old oak stares at me

It points to the sky

The Sun shines down

It shows me a face

Weighed down by the fog

The creek wheezes as night falls

It screams as dawn rises

Terrified of the Sun

(Chorus)

Familiar gaze

In those eyes

They were empty

Exhausted and defeated

I imagine the fog

As it creeps into my lungs

And slowly suffocates me

Leaving my body behind

I envision the Sun

Burning me alive

Scorching me

Until only ashes remain

I hold in my hands

A pointed stone

I think of carving the final words

Into my flesh

Yet something always holds me back

And I pray

To whatever God there is

That it always will