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we spoke the silent words of love most true...

a theological eclogue on the subject of *nihilism
Marque...

Where goes my soul? it left me so,
so many moons ago...

Pursuit of pow’r divine makes men atone
offset by shades of men who came before...

Absolved from sin. oh Death, where is thy sting?
we’ve found the truth, that Eastern sun...

This whithered seed ive planted
is drowning in the rain...

Oh, Fate, with sordid spirit brings my pain
that Time, though everlasting, cannot quell...