in the heart of earth's darkness,
deep within its impenetrable silence,
flow the endless tears of countless souls -
an admonition of devouring faith in misplaced things.
pleading deliverance from fallen grace,
these flowers of resurrection -
disembodied shadows suspended in the echo of time -
patiently wait the end of days,
like lilies thirsting in the ashes of the wasteland.
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