born upon the cusp of revelation a consciousness awakened by the dawn a primitive undying fascination moved the hand that carved into the stone faces change, thought returns to dust ashen countenance, holy rust I am compendium trapped inside the cultish hall of mirrors taught to worship selfdestructing flaws running now, the ravens getting nearer fighting off the gnashing of the claws this is the weight of heartbreak this is the weight of life a thunder at the temple silencing endless strife credits
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