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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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