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And morning finds my night's work
Beginning the day after completing a task during the night
Lights the remnants on display
Illuminates what remains as evidence or proof
I do not seek forgiveness, nothing to absolve
Not seeking pardon or exemption, as there's nothing to be forgiven
For now the need is met, I almost hate myself
The immediate need is fulfilled, causing self-disapproval or regret
Almost but not quite
Experiencing a sense of self-loathing, yet not entirely
They survey the frozen scene, the cold countenance of hell
Observing a frozen, nightmarish setting resembling hell
And they hang their heavy heads, I'm seen as death itself
Others perceive the persona as death incarnate, causing them to lower their heads in sorrow
Fear that holds this fragile town extends for miles around
A pervasive fear grips the vulnerable town, spreading far and wide
I've taken all control for I am someone now
Having seized complete authority, transforming into a significant figure
The shadow cross my face, all the signs of my mistakes
Expressions on the face indicating the acknowledgement of past errors
Shallow graves I mark with stones as I walk the road of bones
Identifying burial spots with stones while traveling along a path associated with death
We dance our unkind, compelling dance, the arcane ritual observed
Engaging in a cruel and persuasive ritual, observed by a select few
I will see this whole thing through if I just keep my nerve
Determined to persevere through the situation by maintaining courage
All the journeys I've retraced to return me to this place
Revisiting various journeys to reach the present location
I do not walk alone as I build the road of bones
Not walking the path alone while constructing a pathway symbolizing death
Their dumb shock of reaction's what it's for
The purpose of their stunned response is to serve nothing, and the persona refuses to be disregarded
Full of nothing and I won't be ignored
Feeling full of emptiness and refusing to be overlooked or dismissed
They got sirens and all that nervous force
People exhibit anxious energy and alarms, but the persona remains unaffected
They concede a good death's it's own reward
Acknowledgment that a dignified death holds its own value
The shadow cross my face, all the Futures laid to waste
Similar occurrence of the shadow on the face, representing lost potential futures
Shallow graves I mark with stones as I walk the road of bones
Continuing to designate shallow graves while traversing the path symbolizing death
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