When the Shadows Lost Their Faith

Down in the depths
Where eons I’ve miscalculated risks
Prevail, and dust.

Descendants from on high
Dwell deeply and darkly,
Preventing any measure of
Resuscitation.

My birth splintered
The sides of my mother,
As my father’s watch prolonged
An enemy as was wanted.

So here alone in the end of times,
I have begun a hollow dirge,
And praised the name
Of a simple boy.

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