Meteors fall in wastelands forgotten.
Poets, bards, sing. Taciturn, red, rotten.
Silver at twilight, seeing stones kept clear.
Seer, grind gear in the severe atmosphere.
Barren lands are kept on rare landscapes clean.
Winter, thy withering tendrils. Machine;
When do we let white rage devour? Flower;
Belladonna, tremendous thy power!
Volcano, burst with the force of all space.
Calderas choose by a need to...
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