theroad
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Roads, as far they go,
Can only hope for the tread
Of a father and son
So lost in a world that
Could only propoagte and burst
Past its invisible seams.
Their world is godless
In the dark of night and day,
Forgotten, ghosts cry their mournful song,
The ashes in their billowing plumes sway
In the dark of night and day.
