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When I ran up into the top
My head turned back from twelve to seven
I found myself in sudden stop
With face staring upon burnt heaven
Swelled up by blains of monstrous nonsense
Eye-sockets was too blank to peep
The left was still sucked out by soreness
Camera in right gave chance to see

The sights of vast and boundless heath
With miles of cracked and dried up ground
The raging fans with edgy teeth
White leagues of cannibal hell-hounds
Empires, cities, states are ruined
Religion's dead and God as well
Mothers are cursed, neonates are wounded
Cheap, wrinkled souls for the sale
Their meat will feed the ghoulish hunger
Horrific meals mixed with sick sex
All this was real, all this was under
The heavy boots of king of pax