I am awakened by the rising of my chest
As, through no choice of mine, I draw my first breath
The air hangs heavy with the woes of those left
To bear the consequence of a life spent awaiting death
This place seems smaller than I thought it would be
Worn at the edges as it wakes from its dream
Our gods laid to rest
While new imaginings of them take place
Pieces of the same mind rearranged in different shapes
Recycled whispers of a time before their world was made
The sky has opened, as Earth offers her womb
Spilling reiterations, her failures now exhumed
This place seems smaller than I thought it would be
Worn at the edges as it wakes from its dream
Carried in the hearts of a civilization bound for death
Their own imaginings are all that they have left
Soil left to wither to ash as the weak are laid to waste
Meant only to feed a hunger that no flesh could sate
With every repetition of the cycle they perpetuate
The gnashing teeth around them grow ever more agape
This place seems frailer than I thought it would be
Prepared to crumble from beneath my tired feet
I am a wanderer of a path unraveling
As I seek a destination that the living cannot see
As, through no choice of mine, I draw my first breath
The air hangs heavy with the woes of those left
To bear the consequence of a life spent awaiting death
This place seems smaller than I thought it would be
Worn at the edges as it wakes from its dream
Our gods laid to rest
While new imaginings of them take place
Pieces of the same mind rearranged in different shapes
Recycled whispers of a time before their world was made
The sky has opened, as Earth offers her womb
Spilling reiterations, her failures now exhumed
This place seems smaller than I thought it would be
Worn at the edges as it wakes from its dream
Carried in the hearts of a civilization bound for death
Their own imaginings are all that they have left
Soil left to wither to ash as the weak are laid to waste
Meant only to feed a hunger that no flesh could sate
With every repetition of the cycle they perpetuate
The gnashing teeth around them grow ever more agape
This place seems frailer than I thought it would be
Prepared to crumble from beneath my tired feet
I am a wanderer of a path unraveling
As I seek a destination that the living cannot see
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