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A burning whisper
A tongue of fire
A cup of water
To kill a liar
Cover yourself in forbidden flames
Surrender slowly
To their psychotic games
Led by them
Led by you
Led by men
Walk along this scorched path
And soon fall victim
To Earth's distant wrath
You find your friends
Buried in the dust
They met their ends
Through evil's lust
Watch as time will twist away
From your iron grasp
Falling through the day
And in a looking glass
You casualties left in soil
Awaiting Aurora
With wind's early toil
Breeze chilled leaves, forgotten air
Death's a fairy tale no one believes
Until it's too late
Staring anxiously at a rusted gate
Water since long gone
Rushing by, not a word
Said with logic
Allowed to be heard
As they cover their burning trail
Victims deep within the ground
Each with a solemnly drowned out wail
Rushed away by turning wind not to be found
Only unseen
Only unheard
Lost to all that it may mean
And with itself, a single word