Fallen

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Wordless he stands,
At the bottom of the end
The frozen lake cracks
And there they fall
Sinners with wounds
Crusaders without cause
Basterds with lies and
Ignorant with eyes
It all falls, in time
Going through one circle
Passing through another
Broken hearts forgotten
Stolen faces are carved
Where it all leads you
Down to the cold nigh
The choice is there
But never to be miss
Because when you don't
He will keep a note
And at the ninth to wait
Wordless he stands.

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