| Dark Lung of the Storm |
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| In deranged sleep I dream of storms |
| Returning from stricken fields |
| Monumentally indifferent |
| Unhindered by moral restraint |
| At my behest it’ll all be grinded |
| Down to the bare minerals |
| As the sky reverberates |
| Like forests of gallows |
| The hillsides are in flames |
| Remnants of past cosmic battles |
| Like iron and rockslide |
| In the dark lung of the storm |
| Perpetual fluctuations |
| Of a threadbare empire |
| Proprly returned to the dirt |
| Lik the last of the black glaciers |
