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THE LAND OF VERY BAD THINGS

I feel the shudder under my feet, 

shifting low and violently.

Leaving scars no one else can see, 

an endless river in the depth beneath.  

I beat for you in the heat of forever.

I long for you in my dreams. 

 

You're off on the continent of honey and sheaves.

I'm lost in the land of very bad things.

 

I’ve witnessed a sickness killing this town, 

growing slow and painfully.

Like a hunger it seems nothing can feed, 

an affliction like my addiction to thee.

I call for you in the night.

I watch for you in these streets.

 

You're off on the continent of honey and sheaves.

I'm lost in the land of very bad things.

 

I walked the jagged road out of the city, 

winding, worn and weathering.

Beyond the edge of all the eye can see, 

the sparkling twilight of a fading galaxy.

I come to you longing for truth.

I ask of you, set me free.

 

You're off on the continent of honey and sheaves.

I'm lost in the land of very bad things.