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The Dirge of April
er hollowed dreams echoed symphony
Its reveries stretching from ear to ear
She sang a melody she could no longer hear
Inventing new shades to segue her descent
Until its last chime thundered, as she plunged into rest
Leaving those depraved to spall it from stone
As cacophonies of nightmare triumphed its throne
Allowing the fragments to devolve into hymnody
In a new world forgone of her affinity
The pretermitted tune twisted beyond rectification
Her orchestra’s pneuma lost in facsimilation
Power was sought by them ail meaning
Her suffering continues once more…

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