mist

Hills, valleys, streams

Hands, feet, eyes

I am grateful

Gently it blankets the earth

Do not mistake the message

Do not believe for a moment

You can get away

Deserts, peaks, waterfalls

Mind, ears, heart

I am set ablaze

The corners crumple backwards

The top caves in

The vision is only just revealing

The width alligning with the breadth

Caves, Valleys, plains

I am chosen

For this purpose we exist

For this cause we destroy

For the times are perilious

Your defense deploy

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