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I knelt beside the engraved stone

as my name glared back at me.

Beneath myself I do not breathe

and these eyes no longer see.

Packed below the hollow ground

a gentle snow does fall.

On spoiled flesh the grace seeps in

and builds a frozen wall.

The somber grounds on which I kneel

have been slowly giving way.

On four I crawl just like a dog

sunk in dirt and lead astray.

Submerged within this empty void

I suffocate on earth.

The filth and lies shoved down my throat

have been fed to me since birth.

And as I watch the fragile white

I spill unto my grave.

Now etched in stone is this day's date

for this blood shall not be saved.