Feast on it, this fresh blood of a world slain

and know what beauty and what horror lived

here where the fire burned brightest

These mountains that knew time as a caress

a hand gently carving them away to dust

once handmaidens of the sky, now desert

This was a land of plenty

on the shores of an ocean whose tide danced

a home to laughing gods

who fled to the stars when fire came

flames out of the east slowly crawling

devouring all those who stood and watched them come

who heard the far off screaming and thought it music

who found no haven in a bloodred sky

when the sand swallowed the last drop of the tide

and all the world seemed glad for the fire

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Would you consider yourself a fan of dark comedy?

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