Belie my burial

Cryptic presage

Belie my burial
Consciousness can't reveal his presence
Downturned eyes trapped, hesitant
He's lost himself again
Tranquility remains, subtle feelings receding
Now the rituals grow fervent
No sign of a god above
Trapped in all that's quiet
This, his practice nurtured by absence
Doubt upon his mind
Voyeuristic practice employed with zeal
She's lost herself
Subjects change each day through misfortune of fate
Following sowing a spectre of doubt for their thoughts to berate
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