The Absolute Horizon
Mannikin
The hunter rests on frozen soil
Hungry, he concedes defeat
He seems lifeless with closed eyes,
Too numb for pain and too tired to dream
The lethargic, empty shell of a shattered man
Fading in the ashes of prosperity
Stench of death is stale in the air
and The Plague festers in his memory
He is a parasite without a host;
he is no one
All hope has died in this season of grief,
So he waits for the bane of life to dwindle
Hungry, he concedes defeat
He seems lifeless with closed eyes,
Too numb for pain and too tired to dream
The lethargic, empty shell of a shattered man
Fading in the ashes of prosperity
Stench of death is stale in the air
and The Plague festers in his memory
He is a parasite without a host;
he is no one
All hope has died in this season of grief,
So he waits for the bane of life to dwindle
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