A vast landscape spanning mountains and valleys,
Enter entombed upon the dark marsh and gullies.
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The trees, all decayed except the weeping willows,
Flattened forests jut up through the hillocks.
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The call of a raven can be heard betwixt,
The open cavemouth of all silence,
The breeze concerns your cheek’s fine flesh,
And you know inside that God exists.
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The beautiful darkness that escapes the light,
Shocks as if thunder were having its fright.
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From the gorgeous hillside at where Cain murdered Able,
To the trepid path leading to Four horses’ stable.
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The wind’s vague touch clearing fallen leaves,
The spring’s dripping water rids of disease,
Ash of the cremated flows through the air,
Swept up, caught in without despair.
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Sharing stories around a somber fire,
The warming words do stoke the pyre.
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The Black Cabal does peak between,
The center valley betwixt mounts obscene,
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The abhorrent cathedral in gothic fashion,
Does purify in all reactions,
Leaving clean and reborn again,
Remaining free for eternity to gate about Eden.