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Darkness descends
A vast desert
Dust sweeps the ground
Beneath our feet
Here in this hell
Of our own creation, nothing stirs
Here where nothing grows
The blackness reaches into infinity
Through the lens of saturated night
On the horizon
The daystar's light burns out forever
We trudge forward
Like moths to the flame
Death waiting to kiss our skulls

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