Anaconda

Ambassador from the nether worlds
Come you to me on your shining steed
Here your dream city unfurls
standing proud w/ strength and speed
The snake unwinds from her tree

Weeping on diminishing meadows
Dry barren dust begins to take over
Life is but shades of gray
No space for the everwandering rover
She starts to slither

Your zion of zions becomes a prison
Stars begin to turn their faces from yours
The sun cries out at being covered
below the clouds acidic drops pour
Hither has she come for you

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