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I walk through the fields



Ghosts ride the wind

Screaming violently


The forest is strange

This transparency

Does not fit it


All around me

Spirits whisper


Dissolving world

Oh, this is untenable

It cannot be right

I live to see this


Loudly I pray

Lest the wind

Blow me apart

Like a cloud of vapour


- In vain


The sky is so red

With blood


Fear is the substance

This is made of

Fear is the substance

Everything fades to


Everything is nothing is everything


In this moment

Ive gone

With the wind

To dwell with the spirits