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CITIES OF THE PLAGUEcheap gold fighting rings one on each finger with blades tight fingerless gloves
as neon dream warriors
we seek and destroy demons
came we upon them
sleeping in their mystic caves
hiding in their visions
we slew all with fists and knives
when we left that place we sang
ancient mythic souls
beneath desert stars we march
rotating our line
through once proud cities fallen
silent and full of nothing
at sunrise we camp
as dawn scorches endless sand
in shadows and holes
without compunctional thought
we are sharp fierce animals
at sunset we move
our women laughing off fear
these are our habits
once we told tales to children
now we only kill for songs
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thus does our script start
and brave corpse be any fool
fain would interrupt
this parable's momentum
with craven compliance
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