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Serpent! Those words were! On the way, is silence Because words aren't meeker this time, to confront grievance Epoch of reticence! On the way, is winter of despair Because hope is true this time, for thy worst nightmare Prognostication won't work! On the way, is melancholic fall Because eyes are ought to be slavish this time, to gaze, they won't answer the call Void or something never enough? Crossed the way, came fire to which you are introduced as silence Cause fate has turned into a liar