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The face of death
inside this vast darkness
in this deafening silence
stones are ice cold
webs covering the etched past
trapped bones
under the reeking soil
don’t make a sound
death suffocates my soul
as it taps upon my feet
clawing at my flesh
welcoming me into the depths
of the red stained waters
in this deafening silence
stones are ice cold
webs covering the etched past
trapped bones
under the reeking soil
don’t make a sound
death suffocates my soul
as it taps upon my feet
clawing at my flesh
welcoming me into the depths
of the red stained waters
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