Slender beams of accusation
enter this darkened hall
as I kneel,
always forlorn,
always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.
Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass
loom as dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened soul.
Terror on humanity's face.
I raise my head,
now submitting
to this uncaring
fate.
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