Perpetual Dreams

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Furious just by the mere thought of it,
Running away,
Into the mountains,
The legion crept away.

Black the soul,
Death in the air,
Fear the taste.

Distorted growls from the ditches,
Where the dead lay hidden,
Dead for centuries,
Now awoke to this darkness in the air.

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