Existence
I know it's somewhere out thereOr maybe it's inside
Time to Ride
Tumbleweed
Long roads going nowhere
They never really did
No bird sings now for the long
Nor the rattle of a snake
Cities built upon false promises
Babbled languages with no lips to speak
Lost
Somewhere on a road that would never trade again
No life
No death
No hallows to sacrifice the Pure
Ten
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