Time Stop, Silence Is Now Moving Around

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Look around you,
This world is nothing,
but death incarnate,
Time has stopped her gentle dance,
Her ebb and flow of control,
Now the world's nothing,
But a tangled web,
Of lies and confusion,
We cannot become undone,
The world is no more,
Our great Mother,
Has raped us,
And left us to the shadows.
We cannot fend them off,
Only stare in wonderment,
As they devour our spirit,
With the most sinister of smirks.

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