Ode to the hallowed rungs
Stillicide on the eaves still hung
Roads of callous tone
Petrichor rain on dust and bone
Strung echoes waiting for a turn
Breathe in, out, in
Earth claims the rain
Ecstatic narcosis
You are hiding life inside of me
Lad up each blast, rapture
Three calling to master the path of we
You're a candle
Erode to shine
A martyr for sight
With mines full
We'll feast on light
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