Senseless Rhyme

lets all play the dark twisted  fantasies 
that leaves our minds in tint of flames  
and then run off to our imaginaria 
to rouse our ghosts from the crypts of irkia 
where moons rises in the west  
and sets in the golden seas to the east 
where the snow capped peaks 
touches the stars in the sky as small as specks
and a hundred million suns
with one million moons
will illume the dark skies
while the lightning strikes 
the coffin buried in the heart of greyland                                                                              
and the thunder clouds burn the land                                               
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