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  1. The Carbon Lens

From the recording The Wretched Sounds

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The burden of revelation
Draws a sea of empty stares.
Descending while failing to make amends,
The face of hope barren through the carbon lens.

Oh, how they’ve fallen,
Too blind to comprehend.
A serene non-reaction
As the pale light crowns their heads.

An inanimate resonance,
Unwilling participation,
Their bodies pulse the doom psalm:
A choir of ruination.

Oscillate (before the edge),
I see through it all.

Worthless creatures, condemned, I swear.
The trial of time leaves none unclear.

As their fate draws nearer, panic sets in.
Constricting into the mouth of it,
All senses barren through the carbon lens.

Silent is the herd,
Only voices could escape.
What’s the value of a single life
Once all is stripped away?

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