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Hunger - and the world is reduced |
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Reduced to the surface of her skin |
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Like a spray of broken glass |
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His bones began to fill with words |
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Like a monolith once lost |
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As our ash crown the barren mountains |
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As if mercy were a skin of water |
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We fall into a prior dream |
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The number of the grains of sand |
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Exiled from the memory of men |
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The strategies of war - through a universe of grief |
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Ad the city of mirrors - wiped out by the wind |
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Through the impenetrable haze |
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Through shapeless fog |
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Scattered through these desolate plains |
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White shine the bones: Eater of gods |
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As if mercy were a skin of water |
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We fall into a prior dream |
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The number of the grains of sand |
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Exiled from the memory of men |
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And as the smoke shifts in black |
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Only ashes remain |
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And as the smoke shifts in black |
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Eater of gods |
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Eater of gods |
