no tears for recompense
no path past degradation
no hand to guard your heart
no internal liberation
no sandman in reverse
no taking dreams away
no chance to breathe in peace
no time to have your say
no moment in the sun
no clarity revealed
no answer from a god
no sanctity of shield

For one thing that you always had,
Was bitter truth so sheer.
The dancing flames may call to you,
But it's always been too clear.
The shadows falling past the light,
In their slick elucidation,
Never offered gentle pardon,
Or hint of absolution.

no weeping eyes' atonement
no hope for expiation
no heart to bolster battles
no external indignation
no answer to the riddles
no cool of quenching thirst
no finding sanctuary
no elusion of their curse

For one thing that you never had,
Was asylum in the face,
Of evil far too strengthened,
To ever hope escape.
You hungered for the darkness,
And fostered obfuscation.
Though you knew there was no answer,
You clung to aberration.

You still hear the chant,
Though you wish it weren't so.
And the answer that you seek,
Will always end in "no".

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