Run your fingers red with blood or blackberry
Sun burn hot on the last days of the free,
River run dry at the garden gate.
Flies buzz burnt pie on the window sill,
Fire in the empire, and the sunset come.

Sweetest sharpest gear run dull in time,
Entropy burn the best designs to ash.
Run your fingers red with scratches
Burn your journals before the soldiers come.

River run dry at the garden gate,
Fire in the empire and the sunset come.

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