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The sun sets

Shadows rise

As black flames

Light eaters

The living tremble

The dead seem

To rise under spectral

And distant rusty bells

In the longest night

Glow in the dark

Burning embers

Burn religions

Tomorrow will collect

God’s ashes, you have

Invented it, we have

Destroyed

Walking trough remains

Your mausoleum

Treading faith

That crumbles and fades