In your silence death speaks its love
One that would perish not with time,
No rust seeks its fated misfortune
No light shall pave the way of the dark,
Liberation in your name be cast
while lost in deep contemplation,
I see in this encircling abyss
The sequestered emptiness...
In your state, what might you play
While in motion to your burial,
Your youth sacrificed upon sloth
has led your footsteps into doom...
If there be more, for you have passed
Then pray i shall, to peace your soul.
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