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Brick by brick

Your spacious coffin climbs

As mortar dries

The lighting subtly dies

Pompous fool

The blame is all your own

A scathing tongue

Brings immurement within stone

Weakness. Onset. You’ll rot in Solitude

Thrice chance been given to turn back

Attrition atoned within the catacombs

Nemo Me Impune Lacessit

Your body as sealed as your fate

You will be left to starve