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Enigmatic
Empty eyes
A veiled disguise
Within the soul, no depth
A mocking grin
Will breed the sin
Into the mind it crept
Empty hands
In scorching sands
Sifting through the dust
Lest we forsake
The time we take
To break up through the crust
Empty gait
Our moves deflate
And wither on the stone
Enigmatic death
Will seed my breath
Unto the silt it’s sown
I am the dust
That will combust
In the leisure of the flame
My light will chasten
In dark, I hasten
Cruelly, just the same
A veiled disguise
Within the soul, no depth
A mocking grin
Will breed the sin
Into the mind it crept
Empty hands
In scorching sands
Sifting through the dust
Lest we forsake
The time we take
To break up through the crust
Empty gait
Our moves deflate
And wither on the stone
Enigmatic death
Will seed my breath
Unto the silt it’s sown
I am the dust
That will combust
In the leisure of the flame
My light will chasten
In dark, I hasten
Cruelly, just the same
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