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Life is lost

The blood sits cold and it circles the stone floor beneath me

I awoke on the nether side of that deafening well

And whilst the coward's clock spun further into the beast's unyielding jaws

I lay comatose in inscrutable wars for ages, for ages

Below this bloodied floor churns a biting frost

When will this end?

And when will they die?

When will they die?

The scorner's cloth wrapped tightly around my shoulders

I sit starved and set to feast upon the weak that roam that distant land

The glowing fawn sits trembling circled by wolves starved and betrayed

Rise

Hold

Starve

Innocent yet symbolic of the suffering cast upon their weathered claws

Petrified before the snarling salivating beasts