this is how the gargoyles on Notre Dame

must feel...


cast in stone

overlooking the folly of generations


waiting...waiting...

for that sliver of flesh to taste


while the church itself is aligned with

a star rise of millennia ago


when the track was set for this historical run

to run out now...in this time...on this world...



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