shot with bitter sweet hate
it's lustful arms swing with half-dead momentum
wreaking thoughtful fury over once great lands
shedding light with meaningless aim
appreciated by some and seen by none
the wasted glory, the tarnished soul
it's thought of, it's dreamed of, it's seldom dull
listen closely you'll hear its call
the ticking beast devours all













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