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A Misers LandUnexplained landscapes thy slumber has revealed. Lord knows how hard I've tried but my words fell shortGive all there is to give. In wasted lullaby. The Colder has me now, singing soft to pacify Fall into its loving arms, both profane and divine. Look, yonder The Tower, it waits in the gloomy light Halls of unknowing dead, can't they see I'm still alive? They walk in single file. I'm ushered to the holy line We passed a wretched soul, his visage seemed so dim, I barely heard its voice or his spiteful words Crippled and starved of love, his loss was greater still. A pity swelled deep in my heart as the man cried tears of suffering All to soon it was sure, within the House of Hope, that fleeting existence adorned was to be no more Bound to a song of woe we trudge a lonely path. Great temples eroding to dust, as monuments to selfish lives |