The end of the world will
the smell of a wood
orange and I would not be surprised
trackers
close roads to
view
harlequinades scented
will abuse
dogs and they groan
ears lying
by pleasure while I will remain in operation
minds darkened
time
a decoy
my way
remain appeased when I
already destroyed their homes and their lineage
to come get you.
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