Dying Breed

Soft vibrations from a behemoths roar
Violent echoes from whom I adore
Brightest light emitted by a firefly
Darkest night embraces a solemn cry

Innocence lost where time is forgotten
Broken smiles tower the city of rotten
Yellow brick road leads to a burial ground
stitched eyes watch the fool to be crowned

March of the insects between my feet
Covered in there feces I shall eat
They creep and whisper as they surround
And I echo away by whom I was bound
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