the world is cold and dark
it drags in from its cigarette
the tilted, tiled tempting
of disassociated time
and though it's all progressing
steadily on its way
there is no mistaking
the darkness in its wake
so stand and be remembered
for all you have endured
the quiet of your wandering
the sharpness of the sword
for all you were is present
and all will be restored
when someday we, the waiting
recount it all in the end
yes, stand here, now delivered
from the darkness and the death
the trials, tribulations
the burden you have left
and know your lilting story
will be forever sung
as it was in the beginning
once it had just begun
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