atop the pillar stands a man,
he wears the mask of death.
he moves as if stirred by a wind
but never takes a breath.
we all stand in his shadow,
but never seem to see
the land that stretches in the sun
where we will soon be free.
the man looks down for each just once
to finally meet their eye
and in that moment, takes a breath
so we may calmly die.
he wears the mask of death.
he moves as if stirred by a wind
but never takes a breath.
we all stand in his shadow,
but never seem to see
the land that stretches in the sun
where we will soon be free.
the man looks down for each just once
to finally meet their eye
and in that moment, takes a breath
so we may calmly die.
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