It is all quiet, on the verge of eternity
The unknown seeps into your blood
And death and disorder rage on

On the verge, of a drawn out scream
Where cities glow bright
In their fiery distress

Some await with swords unsheathed
Some dream of the fall
Of the agony, twisted and festering below

It is all so very quiet
Before the cliffs we’ve known, for so long
Slide into the sea

Our plentiful lives,
Dragged passively along

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