Dead claws crawling in silence,
sinister whisper scratch unhallowed,
with dust remembered town standing,
crushed.
From the cold trail of abyss,
expanding the black quiet hunger,
with embrace the storm growing,
insensibly.
Knead all the breathtaking beauty,
just dust swirls around the waist of
ancient bliss, which the clouds have forgotten,
when the hand of shame fried wheel of life.
I closed my eyes.
I saw the shine and rivers.
That create my mind from sin.
I will arise and amend from the dust.
For glory, pride, life.
Fire, light, eternity.
But never forgotten moan of sin and death.

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