Deafening silence hidden in the sands of time
Like the veins of the world
Carrying the very essence of oblivion
The silent pulse knows no boundaries
Echoes through infinity
Finding its faithful seekers
Lingering scents of memories
From the dawn of man
The first fear, death, victory
Loss, grief, submission
All the passages from the beginning
To the end of all and back once again
Beyond the frail veil of flesh
Like a spear through millenia
I walk the pathways of the dead
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