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Seasons of Suffering
The seasons of suffering bestow themselves onto me during this journey of darkness
As the clandestine relics hold confessions in silence,
And as violets bloom over the tomb,
I know nothing remains
As the clandestine relics hold confessions in silence,
And as violets bloom over the tomb,
I know nothing remains
Published 15th Nov 2022
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15th Nov 2022 2:06am
Is there not still something although we're in a tomb Does our energy still exist? Do we still continue to live out a a false life in our death? We wonder while liking this darkness
