Sanctity

The cold gray ashes have since scattered
The cruel winds scatter past memories toward their oblivion
Memories of wrongs never righted, and jealousies spawned
This place is barren now
Emotions buried, feeling trampled
Forsaken by emptiness there is but one option
Build
So over this soul,
I have constructed a shrine
The Temple of lost sanctity.

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