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Sep 2016
The shadows stretch across the hills
As ash blankets the heavens
Metal dyes the mushroom sky
And waves of fire deafen

Come, my love, into the dark
Ah, let’s away my darling
We’ll find the sun, ere morning comes
And buy it with a farthing

We’ll walk across the acid plains
And raft the spectral river
Voice a prayer on breathless air
For those who pulled the trigger

Now don your mask and gird your soul
Tonight we’re leaving shelter
Shed a tear for yesteryear
And curse the hand we dealt her
Written by
John Ackerman  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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