The Toll by The Toll

Beneath the inevitable is a barren vista home to death’s embrace. It is here that the dissolution of opposites can never merge the shattered chains of ambition. Here and now, one shall forever fail what is hardest: to tear down the curtain to the reveal bare, absolute truth. It is this sound of reminiscent bells that drown the voices screaming out of deep cisterns and exhausted wells.

YA 62

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