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Ghost Towns
To never rest in
peace
To never
sleep
Born to
die
Suffer in the soul
And shed the tears
that evaporate
As you journey through old
ghost towns
Desolate places where only weeds
will grow through the condemned
wooden stores
Rats venture into the shadows to escape the blazing
sun
The cemeteries are full of lost souls that
weep in the freezing night
The moon is full
and the coyotes howl for nothing
Dust is blown across the
rocky roads
Water does not flow
Thirst for life
But dead silence
The mind plays tricks
Eventually the land claims
your body
And the vultures swarm to take their pick
on your rotting corpse
