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“Mors: Memento Mori” | 011120251945

In the hollowness between

A gasp and silence

There lingers a fluid observer

Carved into the air like

Fading smoke

The uninvited witness, with

Ghost-like purpose and born

Before even the first beat of

Blood to heart

He walks eternal and alone

In a strange silence, just after

Life’s crescendo and before

Death’s final note

Mors - the slow blink of the

Tired, wandering eye, yet

Ever-watching a film unseen

Of existence’s dismantling

What is it to carry every ending,

To never know a beginning?

In the soft sigh of the aged

Lover’s last dream,

In the cry of the mother

Whose child slips away -

They plead with and curse

The merciless thief, Mors

The one denied these wonders,

Helplessness and fear

If it could feel, it would envy them

At the moment where time is nil,

There is an echo radiating unto

Itself - a scream declaring

“Memento mori!”

Though for Mors, there is no

Need to remember, just the

Imitation of a longing for

Just one moment more

“Loose Cipher “| 022620222105

Tipped, off

Nervous ticks talk on

Top of the scoff

Your cough should’ve covered

~666 mil scythe sics

‘Til all are still, sick

So you slip on

Sloppy whisper licks,

Trip over the water walk

Only one foot sticks to;

Fall before the

After thought you fought

Against, its false instincts

Then all the sins you

Dip into flip over

The wishes you’ve

Since shipped, so

Rowing through even the

Thickest skins, odds are

Your holy boat is drinkin’

Spilled Styx drips

But if you’re quick, you’ll

Sip it up ‘fore your

Fishes sink, or fill

It in with selfish plugs

And through Devilish,

Loose-cipher quips

As if Lucifer itself

Is listening in...

Well... Holy Hell...

Then isn’t it?

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