Decrepit Landscapes
Dreary decrepit landscapes frost over the hills,
No land to salvage, no time to kill.
Close your eyes into a paradise that will never find you,
Sences leave you blind, As your soul will forever guide you.
Valid dreams no longer vivid, In this world so directed,
Time can no longer pass, but with you, I have existenced.
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