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Striding, sliding, slipping down;

Groping for, grabbing at, grasping Hlin’s hand…

Then failing, flailing, falling through the frozen road;

Spinning and splaying, spiralling down Hel’s glistening mouth,

And feeling, fearing, feeding her ravenous cold:

Snap!

My frigid soul shifts sullenly over her river-boned depths,

And I suffer as her Shepherd of Sins.

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