I see through demise
The hallowed serpent unwise
Learned in the ways of decay
Shone as winter's dawn fades
Brazen as the turn of the tide
Certain as our season fades
So fill your cups to the hilt
So toil, that this haze unfolds
Pray that this harvest decays
Hew and sew our crops anew
Rest and wake and comprehend faith
Praise the sky, broken jaws
Our smoke is complete control
Never captured in its maze
So, hate anew
They vanished decay
Away
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