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I am lost and sickened |
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Disoriented by this bleak environment |
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How I came to be here escapes my memory |
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This is a desert, deep scarlet grains |
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Stretch the horizon and the sickly brown sky |
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Gale force winds pepper my face |
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The sand tastes foul |
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The sand tastes like blood |
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Savagely cruel, barren expanse |
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The atmosphere, a caustic fog |
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Every breath reminds me of pain |
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Dust of dried blood filling my lungs |
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On the horizon I see a chasm |
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A distant pulse begins to beat |
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Suddenly a flash |
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Specter of the past |
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Vision of mass murder |
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Torrents of blood |
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The vision quickly ends |
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The wasteland still beckons |
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Plodding toward the chasm |
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I hear rushing liquid |
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My mind cannot conceive |
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The massacre I behold |
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An infinite river of cadavers |
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Buoyant in their own blood |
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Vertigo engulfs my brain as |
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My body fails and drops |
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A million corpses staring |
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Straining to survive |
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Limbs flailing in the blood |
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Grapple with headless bodies |
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Hands of the dead are pulling me downward |
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Drowning in this river |
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Intestines are alive, like tentacles they choke |
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Situation hopeless, I submit to the fury of the river |
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Paralyzed with terror |
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Thousands of their thoughts are entering my mind |
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Conscious on their level |
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Every tortured death is experienced at once |
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Drowning in their anguish |
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Ordeal of their deaths now saturates my brain |
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Vengeful corpses shrieking |
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Genocide, genocide, genocide, genocide |
