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O sound the drum.
Play the dirge.
The Legion passed through this valley.

Hope unknown.
They are dreamslayers.

Perpetually dying,
not yet dead.
Burial the final decree.

that heralds unity
and crucifies the individual.

From desolate cities
in unison they
transgress among angels.

Vulnerable dreamer. Frail visions.
Holder of forgotten knowledge
now abandoned.

Like locust, the Legion
trespass the fertile plain.
Destruction complete.

Castigation. Coercion. Conformity.
Most oppressive of triads.
Mindless, ashen world.

The slaughter complete.
The valley bare.
Each hapless dreamer in defeat.

Oh sound the drum.

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