Here's a little somthin, I wrote it just for you.
So sit down, sit back, relax, and let me describe the view.
It's cold, it's dark, it's damp, dead trees have lined a path.
There's a dead son on the horizon, filling the sky with wrath.
There's an orange in the air, with a slight touch of purple haze.
But the black still consumes, eating away the
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