Diving into torrid sands, riding over ancient lands,
Drizzling on wrinkled hands remembrances from oceans green,
Envying the waters that they've never seen and never will.
Devil voices in their heads, rousing them from cozy beds,
Ever pressing on the threads and links that span their tortured brains,
Make them take a walk into the pouring rains that pierce and chill.
Apples drop upon their skulls, messy reason quickly dulls,
Ending in a song that lulls a soul into a siren's sleep,
Masking flashes pouring out away into a chasm deep.
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