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Post by Spawn on Feb 4, 2007 14:24:13 GMT
Far away, from my home I trot a long on my horse I see desolation in front of me
Bugs fly around Bloated and Cancerous There once colourful skin Has been turned to a dull shade of green
I trot on and on On my horse, I go on.
Strange creatures Run past me Like scuttling parasites There eyes, cold and merciless
I see them over and over
I know in my heart The world shouldn’t be like this
The ground, has been churned up No grass left Only red
A desolate waste land Filled with monstrosities and diseases
The world has decayed And we all lay In are coffin They sink, and sink
On and on I go Trotting along My final rode
The sky is gray A sickly glow covers are dying world Polluted air Falls down on me
So I go on and on Trying to fide a home A cure A saviour
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