The scent of rotting time
Entices the vultures
To feast upon our marrow
We sit silenced by the blinding dusk of an age
Where every form draws back
Trapped in matter
There is no conflict
Only chasms
Of spiraling nothingness
Is there a home we belong to?
Are we just shadows?
Are we just the shades
We see gliding through these walls?
Forsaken into the deepest gray
Hoping for the day when we'll be
Diving into pure energy
Fettered into the dark of this cave
Despite our exile
Our will shall rise

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