Hunger

The Long Years, Part I

The long years
only grow
Cold they grow,
Stone they grow

They become thick and
Unnavigable,
Cracked

Encrusted with corpses
What should have been
And what will have

The long years are waiting
For all of you foolish enough
to believe in your ability
to create

The long years grow long
As they wait.

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