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When I die
Let the ravens fly
Let my body lie
Under snow and blood

From a distance, the truth is so obvious.
Answers are all so clear.
Logic stays at arm's length.
When engulfed in the present, here.
Desperation draws near.
If I could pull the fabric of time
And bring the future near,
The answers wouldn't be so far.
The truth would be so clear.

Time is black!
And nothing will escape.
Nothing will remain.
Nothing