Fear and desperation spring birth to false light
Countless years of Winter
Mistaking tin for silver
Tarnished in any case
Trickery by our own hands
Shadows dance and undulate
Cornucopias to feast
Supple and bitter, terribly rebellious
We chew the fat together
Our bloated bellies set upon thin frames
Never to be satisfied
The fire in our hearts succumb to the frost
Gradually and eventually snuffed
Withering with each exhale
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