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There is a walk filled with peril and pain
Days of utter darkness
Nights under eerie light where the paths lead away
The world provides momentum and gravity
For a time, a time for each creature produced onto the stage
There are things to be made and beings to make things
Somewhere between the crucifixtion and resurrection
The world fills with fire and with seas of rain
There is a walk filled with peril and pain




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Written on 2026-01-10 at 01:54

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