Cut deeply into the skin, pulling you closer and closer.
Able to feel safe and cold.
Coming down as a heavy gale.

Near the end of time, seasons soon standing still.
Solid as a rock.

Camping with flames of roar melting the cold away.

Leaving nothing but something.
What it is, who will never know.

Pushing lacking eyes away from all.
Selling what all have, yet still having everything.
With a bitter smile.

In a world that is falling.
We stand tall.
Inner body falls.
Yet, still railing over it.

Till nothing is blank.

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