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and I saw an inferno dance across a distant land....
The desert arose from a stage of dust
The trees were then left to rot
Waste was guided along their peaceful paths
Their skies turned black and lost sight
A ladder was promised for their escape
3 scores of fearless men was promised to scare away their enimies
Instead the weeds spoil their earth
Her birds chew their grass
and spit out the locust that eat at their mountain
Evil vermin, the grass was theirs
What do they offer if all is gone?
Who will save them from the beast with no heart ?
Who will calm their children when they awake?
Our tears have no use here
Neither our hands nor sweat
so let us gather and head for the temple
In hopes that we find a ladder
Evil vermin, the grass is ours
What do we offer if all is gone?
Who will save us from the beast with no heart?
Who shall attend to our children if they awake?
And we shall name it Wormwood