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AtmosphereThe soul of the sky lieBesmeared & torn The horizon up high Below I lie forlorn From the atmosphere once upright I was born The followers of light, uncontrite Have ripped The hole up high in the sky To chase the sun Darkness they took as I overlook With scorn Followers of the sun Revealed starkness Their son is dead I baptize with darkness |