Feb 1, 2025
God of what remains
When the air is poor
And light, a faded dream
When the finest luxury
Is but one memory to keep
When dust covers all
And the last sound has ceased
You will hear me calling
As I've always been.
When the sun fades like a flame
Smothered by Fenrir
When time loses its meaning,
With seconds and centuries the same
When all bones crumble to ash
In dunes that fill the place of seas
You will find me
Where I've always been.
When the chains of flesh rust off
The mind is stranded at the veil
Among the husks of stars gone cold,
Hoarding scraps and ghosts of old.
As the ageless static grows
And engulfs their very souls
You will want me
Like you never did.
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