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The heralds of nightmares

Survival of the paranoid

Speak prophecies to blank stares

Tranquility destroyed

Beguiled by the fell tales

Vexed by electric spells

The charlatan prevailing

Vassals from a radiant hell

The bedlam harvest of the fertile fears

The scythe cuts deeply into new frontiers

So how to discern ally from adversary?

The bedlam harvest for the devils’ feast

To siphon precious moments from the ones who live in peace

And gather this grime for truth to be buried

Proclaiming allegiance

To agendas and the factions’ fray

Quelling the insurgents

Seeking untraveled ways

We came craving wisdom

The taste of clarity

But in a cowardly kingdom

Shelter and terror are all we see