Trudging onto the abyss
Raised on the howls of hollow hills
Their echos ring through ears
These weary souls of silence, now but broken and forsaken
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Gutting through the forest
Stained red checkered shirt
Maddened on hands from meager might
Convinced by a belt buckle badge
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On a purpose they no not of
Billowing bountiful birds afar
Swarm in songs of serenity
Seeing through sighs from slipshod splitters
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The calm forthcoming
Dampens the worthless whistles of diseased dedication
Titan towers of temperament
Climbs ever closer to their inevitable radiance
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