As I wandered through the wasteland
I came upon a place
The flowers so achromatic
Like death upon ones face
My private little incubus
From which I can't awake
I chose another path
No need to depredate
A dark Nimbus always follows
It doesn't matter..I can't hide
Muffled voices that are Aeolian
Existance nullified
In search of equanimity
Vermillion skies that bleed
Lost and tired, broken down
Immolated for The Creed.
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