At your unease
anyway,
the trap today
The deep sea freeze
the long farewell
the nightmare knell,
onward ho goes
the old dread,
cold in our stead,
with reason's rhyme
and season's grind,
perpetual fall
around the sun;
spinning life,
running strife,
last call.
Limited run.
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