Will the gods ever hear me,
can I even speak their names?
They’re forgotten into shadows,
or burning down in flames;

will the waters flow to river,
will I hear the cries of souls?
Have I lost my own forgiveness,
down in spirals, into lows;

can I ever pray to demons,
will the fires even sing?
I have lost myself in mourning,
far away from anything.

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Come to me, darling,
my threats are dying fires.