Feel that ancient terror

Creep across your skin

Stifle your voice

And chill your bones

This life

So quick that a miracle is made

So much quicker

Can it dissipate

Seconds become eons

Sanctity acknowledged by none

No time is left for thought

That time will always come later

The quietest moments

Are found in the loudest chaos

Brutality has always been the rule

We fade the same

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