Barreling down diverging roads

The twists and turns of each journey

Rambles farther away

From our severed roots

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On the fringes of the badlands

We scatter into it’s cold expanse

Half-mad from Babylon’s fall

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Simmering alone in our scorn

Our tilled patchworks

Claim the still wilderness

Carved in parcels, safe and sovereign

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A long way from ourselves

From our kingdom of spires

We’re entrenched in calm reveries

As the nightmare looms larger

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Burying the way back  

To our solid ground

To our gilded age of vipers