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These crashing sighs bring apparitions through the graveyard fog.
...I thought I heard you laugh…
But hauntings rise and pass away as hidden horrors hush with sublime resolve at your corpse exhumed, begging you to come alive... below this bearing down apocrypha.
I remember how we would haunt the graves and beckon ghosts to come. Yet I can't escape the apathy you held me in when I called you to wake - AWAKE! - and how these dim noon shades would pass us by in the graceless weight of a carcass close to mine. Tomorrow morning you may wake to a suicide before the gates of paradise.
And the hour's recoil of specters in vanishing severs your hands - disaffection - "God distance me!"
I will fail under this desperate apostasy, or become my deity… Or. Become. My deity...
Do I dare leap off this precipice into the gaping jaws of nothingness?
No choice! No choice!
Suffer or not, you have no choice...
...But we'll come for you when dusk is drawing, as evening hangs inaudibly...

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