Peace Ends With, Me

I perish in the lands and seas

From where I rot your yeast is free

Come forth as one

Let’s all breathe, the beast has come

The sun will drown all in the hall

The dirt will burn those behind walls

The horns will rise above the northern star

Keep in mind we are all wrong

As below such as above

Waters will run from above

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