When the wind is slow, and the fire’s hot. The vulture waits to see what rots. Oh how pretty, all the scenery- This is nature’s sacrifice. When the air blows through, With a brisk attack- The reptile tail ripped from its back. When the sun sets... We will not forget the Red sun over paradise.

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