collective upheaval breaking constant midnight. conditioned eyes blinded by a light on the horizon. in fear, so many turned away like insects beneath a stone. but in hell's abandon, to this flame we are like moths. and we march toward the glowing change: a break in the chain of suffering. death's palace, a structure of light, exposes our footsteps and the circles we've drawn. our hearts withered and hopes abandoned, the end is the only salvation. at the doors, we all converge. only there we can see each other. our weary souls, falling apart, hang on death's fiery word like moths. the crosses we drag, the buzzards above, disappear in the light of the end.
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