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The day is clear, without a cloud,
Yet there's no sun up in the sky.
Across the pale orange glow of noon
Erratic dragons flutter by.

The Rivers Red flow up the hills
As storm clouds gather in the east.
The harbingers of doom sing out
Their odes to the demented beast.

Profit, Power, Jihad and War
Disguised the Master's true design,
Distracted shepherds from their flocks,
Condemned both evil and benign.

The frigid moon shines down upon
The seas engulfed with fire and ice,
Mountains consumed by their own hearts,
The deserts mocking paradise.

The meek hunt down the predators.
The grasses drink the lions' blood.
Vines crumble lofty tower walls.
The forests churn the streets to mud.

The failed design must take its place.
The serpent its own tail pursues.
From Anarchy the future grows.
Through entropy the world renews.