Endless road, lulling noise
Forever changing
Blurred scenes of blackened tar
Brushstrokes on canvas
Ink on charred vellum
Tombs of sand and water
Burial mounds passing by
Caravans of essence and of death
Our king rides a pale horse
Batten down the hatches
Bring me something new
Eyes heavy and tired
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Emptied and passionless
Ignite me
I long to burn
In fire born
Wisdom and will
Peace is a lie