Chills of despair and hot blurring sight
Wafting high the crashing kite
Wasted, burning, wicked, contrite
Lowly silence deep inside
Clawing away with each passing stride
Brightly tarnished ancient pride
All the future be denied
Sighing upon the broken dawn
Vastly stripped the naked pawn
Every value wayward worn
Stagnant be the image torn
Ocean of the salty sea
Washing clean the screaming plea
Deep inside an evil glee
Joyous past did be free
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