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Sheet metal city
Ruin, destruction, fire and fear
Now I know why they ran from here
The wounded and the dying lay under ground
Undergrowth in abundance spreading all around
Fizzing and whirring through the air, it gets closer and closer to end your fear
Mounds that were cities, ash that were people melt into snow
The seasons are two, left tattered and strewn
In this apocolyptic sight...
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