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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.