You hear nothing, see nothing, know nothing
Floating loosely, passing through endless time
You are lost and can no longer see the path
A whisper swims through the waves and asks:
Don't you know? This is nowhere.
Do you remember how you got here?
Or is that memory slithering slowly away . . .
Do you not recall the images of a former reality?
Of shadowy rites and candle lit halls?
Of mourning masses and tear soaked pews?
Do you not recall the tragedies, pain, or fear?
And slipping away into eternal darkness?

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