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Staring at the cold bleak
Steaming breath leaving my lips
At the of malevolence
No joy to benefit from

Time is my knife
of pain and misery
Had meant a thing to me
Would I still depression?

Secrets of the
Nail me to this
Filled nausea
And whirling
age would I wield
knowledge and
But the in me
Will me to decay

I the humming of the trees
The of the withering leaves
The shivering voice of
Cold for an age of hate...