Bit surreal.
Morning frost,
Playing host
To an army of the damned
From broken lands
Where they sit over tree bottoms,
And ask where they came from
And why
The answer is unreachable
Certainty’s indefensible,
Senseless and pointless
I just can’t care less.
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