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As the dawn breaks, a restless slumber cries in silence

As the darkness fades, a visionless path remains to break

To see the twilight crawl from a cloudless sky

To see nocturnal horror in the absence of night

A dead land of spirits without a soul

The wandering cries from aimless might

A blood-wept dream within a hole

The barren realm unfit for sight

The promised hope of salvation and grace

A stagnant death of hell and disgrace

The fertile fields of flowers to taste

A fallen virtue without its own face

A shattered son

Alone and abandoned

Upon this day, this very hour

Stillness gives way

“Going over the top”