Exhaustion of unique kind
Leaving all but one way
"You've got to choose a side"
The preying priests say
Sitting, staring, sharpened staffs
They point me out and laugh
Sinister soul to sacrifice
All there was, but keep the lies
Absence of light
Pure. Gleaming bright
Eyes are closed
So I suppose
That I may rest in peaces
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