From the smoking still reckonable
a genesis of anger obliterated, hallucinated vision
condemned to
subconscious silence.
A flag is burning in the ultimate ignis fatus,
Battles are left behind, memories and dispair, but
never born brother, that
I will never know
Hear the loud recall of this age of oblivion, it's lastDisharmonic hymn,
then silence
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