Our Heart's Wasteland

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In the desert sand

The vast wasteland

Is in man's feeble hand

Awaiting tides to morn

With a blood - red sky torn

Rendering the wisp of death

Clinging to an angel's last breath

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Her crystal heart's tears

Surrender to the abyss of fears

Dreams scattered across her eyes

When mankind sings the litany of despise

As we are the rotten

In the land of lost and forgotten

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May 2, 2007