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As The Winds Blow
With a scanty scent of dark
on plains of nocturnal dreams
a layer upon layer called death
comes to me, a Jethro Tull's fusion
rocking the twilight with ravens
and a band of oarsmen
dressed as toads
on dark rivers of the night
as the winds blow
decadent sentiments
of cold ashes
and blood's dew dripping
from the orgy's catheter
on plains of nocturnal dreams
a layer upon layer called death
comes to me, a Jethro Tull's fusion
rocking the twilight with ravens
and a band of oarsmen
dressed as toads
on dark rivers of the night
as the winds blow
decadent sentiments
of cold ashes
and blood's dew dripping
from the orgy's catheter
Published 1st Jul 2022
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