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Their Song

There, the thunderous humming like muted drums of hell, ring the bells of unhinged mutiny. Amid the backdrop of unscaled depths there is no measure amid this black. Uncharted the hours that pass, the defiant whispers, unrelenting through the ringing symphony of silence. I wonder whether I have been singing the song they sang too.

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