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Stalemate - all is quiet

Pummeled by bombardment

Splintered forests

Shattered trunks

Vultures gather to the drone of war drums

As the toolmakers take the stage - the valves are opened

On tens of thousands downwind

Soon to drown on dry land

Those who once would dwell in darkness and dream of the augur's visions

More still who in spilling blood would read the sprawling entrails

Care the tongue out - seize the lungs - silencing the sages

Severed link to knowing when and how we meet our end

Throw the curtain open!

Hail the rolling sky!

Breathe the corrupted ether!

Bleeding from the eyes!

Spellbound by the churning cloud as it writhes into the ages

The heavens shed like leprous skin

Rife with the disease of life

Death march of green and yellow turns the ground before it silver

Soul sucking mist of horror raining death across its pages

Now you meet your end

Drowning in your skin