this world bleeds now,
battered
in each blade
each surrendering stone
for every creed,
and all
that's buried beneath
across the seas
of desolation
an immortal dream,
is soaring
in a surprised tribulation
in stillness
i wander
through
this wastelands
whence,
free of all spirits
my damnation
is my mistress,
which
silently came along
here
hearing the crown
of our own imagination
along the pier,
are they
still awaiting
for thee,
at the day
that never comes?
to find
redemption
at the edge
of your
own
sublimation
for
what desolation
fiercely
they now plunder?
- by lightning
they'll claim this earth
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