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Merciless Burden

You loom over me,
Broken wings trailing
Ash and scree
Your grim calling card

You think nothing
Is the answer
Destruction without
And within your core

Fool that I am,
Your image is glamorized
But fortunately I
Never trusted allure

Stumbling through rubble
I twist haltingly,
Tattered tears dusting
Empty door frames,

I feed your gaping maw
With the rawness
Of my defeat
Bloody and torn

I have stopped
Longing for the white
Fiery sword of hope
Best not illuminate these horrors

I mistook you once, lamented
Twice, misplaced the path
Towards the sweet
Relief of oblivion

No rest in suspense
No advance in attack
The seventh circle
Has no dawn
Written by Atakti
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