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The Victim
A journey's end into the wasteland.
A desecrated mirage of hope
With enough bait for years.
Enough to steal souls from skin.
They travel along the dead highways.
Pursuing the dust from the past's tail lights.
Forever too slow but always resilient.
Until the ends meet amid weariness.
Tired they may be amongst demons,
But the victim soon victimizes
When time has had enough of silence.
And the roaring thunder of inevitability
Rolls through the eternal cycle.
