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| First it was burning A bright mixture of yellows and reds Flames reaching several hundered miles into the sky And disappearing into space But it's cooled down since then Calm and relaxed now Only a redish tinge to the surface Telling an end of days A planet of embers And charred streaks like burnt skin A wounded misanthropic Eden Dementia persuades my every thought these days And only ghosts speak to me now |