a solitary man as unique as the silencium surrouding him
his prayers are solemn grief
he preaches to an empty sepulcre an arc windswept by pestilence
the great square once an oasis of holy water is now a desert
its inhabitants just weird squirrels and rat like creatures which scurry into the very darkness the priest abhors
his voice resonates within circles around the desert square like a fugitive phantom
the believers are cast aways on some great pink lake Dead as the Sea
fishers of men scatter their nets in vain
their harvest a wall of bitter death not an adundance of sunlight
a facsimile of hades cherished
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