Yesteryear has brought us here
We lie awake and wonder
The day is frosted in visions of hollow
Sold by the vendor to auction
When will we begin to find
Doom is not not yours nor mine
Salvage the pieces of retired foes
In hopes of reality
Finding your pose
Now stand
Along the way we find
Touched by the pass of a moments glance
Silent yet screaming
Heard by the trance
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