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We stride upon the dead

A stench so foul

All senses have been skewed

Words blend together

Our feet revel in their staggered freedom

The dark has swallowed us

Have we doomed ourselves 

This hell

Home of the lost

Void of all hopelessness 

Calling us

Begging our acceptance 

Until all is still

The haze wanes

We can trust nothing

Standing deaf and blind

But the searing aroma of death

No longer consumes everything 

Is it our salvation 

Walking into the unknown 

We realize a singular truth

Our trails have just begun