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Epicinium
Along the labyrinthine rail,
An arctic darkness rise,
Putrid remains and shattered bone lies...
In the wake of that antique war,
All elation dies.
Dry and desolate is this land,
After the Devil's acropolis erect.
King of aught am I,
This ravaged world remain.
An arctic darkness rise,
Putrid remains and shattered bone lies...
In the wake of that antique war,
All elation dies.
Dry and desolate is this land,
After the Devil's acropolis erect.
King of aught am I,
This ravaged world remain.
Published 16th Nov 2013
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