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We, Tautology
Here, where all things burn When finally we learn how we could never be enough These tears shed for the empty years Such searing pain is all remembering She sang a song of sorrow Like Cassandra before dead ears and hollow eyes Doomed, destined, fated, lost, frustrated by her empty cries Fears incomprehensible, unmitigated Now created We, who would not listen We, too busy with our reasoning And heedless of the path we followed Ignorant of its origin or destination Hollowed, carved our souls into oblivion And claimed that Truth must truly lie therein Within a void, self-made Is it really we who have betrayed ourselves into this new oblivion Have we made, from this ash and from this dust, a frame of nothingness A canvas, blank, unset with stars we'd hoped so desperately to find Stars which we knew could never be defined Is truth so pure a thing as this Pervading emptiness A trust that we can grasp a thing So infinite A void Which never ends Are we to be left with What we had When we began She sings songs of the morrow Of the dawn we wish that we could see When sorrow blurs these empty eyes We tried so hard to fall so far Now here we are Blind eyes turned toward These starlit skies
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