Steam billows forth from the sleeping land
The hour of doom is close at hand
An eternal evil breathes again
Icy hot to touch, can you feel the flame?
Nature speaks to us in tones we cannot hear
Bloodletting, vengeance and hate are spoken through lips with a sneer
Ugliness stands alone in her bittersweet bog
Abandoned forever-lost in the fog
Bury her there and plant a seed
Let time forget and wish her God speed
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