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Silence, where he waits alone
all he must face is known
thus his wonder avenges, failing
the prophecy he is ailing
a companion lost along the way
there he waits alone
where the vein is disappearing
and the challenge is ever rearing
though he knows the truth 
and will not question
where he waits alone
like a bedded river stone
when the rush is flailing
to distinguish the impaling
a cleansing and the stillness
as he waits alone
with no one to condone
the leaflets he is feeling
where the prophecy is reeling
something all along he has known
he waits alone
he calls with no one hearing
his fear provokes a clearing
though he knows the truth
and will not question
why his sanity is tearing
the call for inner searing
within the silence
where he waits alone
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