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What thoughts drive this ominous stare?

A stone destroyed

A thing so rare

So rare, so few

So few now gleam

For never renewed

Forever a dream...

A dream is all it ever was.

All it is...

Gone now because.

Because of it!

That creature pain

The thoughts that run...

Tear through my brain

My brain and heart

My heart and soul

My soul grows dark

Times treaturous toll

A toll I'll pay

To pay respects

A thing that was

Now, retrospect

When god or science claims the corpse

I'll stalk that filthy wretch no more