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Be it fear or enemy
The day that you pray for will never arrive
The hand of night grasps you tighter, still
Countless in horrid cruelty
Nothing is ever built to survive
Reduced to ash, bone, and dust
Opposed to all
Ruled by none
Opposed to all
An underpinning of our grief
No way to seek relief
Chambered in iron sorrow we walk
without thought
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