Foul and rotting, as fresh blood clotting
stenches arise and into the night they fly
sit upon pits edge and feel the death awaken
four nights long and not one more
does sit a clouded mind upon the ridge of death
ridge or rift whichever takes your fancy
watch as the silent souls cry
flowing with the rest
none stand out, they are all the same
the pipes of death all lead to the same sea,
as all roads lead to rome
the souls have walked so far, and with destination they are pulled so quickly back to their beginning
where does the walk take us?
does anybody know
do we keep anything from the journey
or do we return to the first stages,
fresh body and an erased soul?
or do we progress somehow
be there target or simply satire
do we embrace that which is easy
or do we take upon ourselves that which is difficult
does it matter?
or are we all surely to small
without point without means
find a point,
find a means
and all life will bow down to your will
do you plan?
do you fear?
do you tire?
lose control and reassemble yourself
your life and mind are simply tools
tools that you may gain power to use
find the power to make yourself into your ultimate dream
end the cycle
bring in the infinite straight
end the cycle
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