Seeing is Believing
All this will go away soon
New stirrings in the metal grass
Will rust under tomorrows rains
Making raspy wind songs as they pass
Iron winds of fury blast through
The molten sunlight of the day
The chill of ecstasy within you
And the insane goose bumps away
Magic is the style of the times
Alchemy has had its dreamlike run
Common sense no longer dictates
Intellect perishes neath deeds done
I could pluck out my eyes but still...
Charred into my thoughts would be wrung
The end of knowing the final kill
The flavour of ignorance upon my tongue
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