From time immemorial light touches soil
as the sun sinks into the underworld.
Drags along spiritual ascension,
divests shelter of the innocent.
as the sun sinks into the underworld.
Drags along spiritual ascension,
divests shelter of the innocent.
Shivering I gaze
upon the flickering nightshades.
Silhouettes whisper the forthcoming decease.
Hence - you shapes of the pursuers!
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