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Here we find ourselves again,
victims of a creeping tide.
Dropped to our knees,
bestowed.

Racked by a promise
to tease words from soul.
Sheaf them in primordial text
with no remedy or reform.

A sacrifice, a ritual,
unfaltering grip on bloodied heart.
Offering up morsels
to appease the passage of time.

Too simple, too easy,
until the walls venture closer.
The painstaking chip, chip
to break the yoke.

Must not give up,
for there is ripe fruit to bear
and a fellowship to advance ...