December
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A vast wasteland waits in the dusty morning,
As the sun sets the sky on fire in a light brigade,
Sand and sand to the horizon as far eyes can see,
This was the future past events which present visions gave.
Where does the dry heat lead a weary soul on fire?
Ashes to ashes and dust to bone like acid flowers,
When the blood stops to flow and veins turn to stone,
Along came the dark spider among the living dead.
As the sun sets the sky on fire in a light brigade,
Sand and sand to the horizon as far eyes can see,
This was the future past events which present visions gave.
Where does the dry heat lead a weary soul on fire?
Ashes to ashes and dust to bone like acid flowers,
When the blood stops to flow and veins turn to stone,
Along came the dark spider among the living dead.
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