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and all your glory
Oh you forsaken skies
No cloud clutters your eye
No birds drown your ringing voice
The trees stand too short
And no man's hands can desecrate your temples
My body is rigid against the grass
My soul is filled to the brim
My eyes take it all in sudden soaks
Even my bones are blueish in their tint
Oh curse you and all your glory
Oh you forsaken skies
Iv'e come to where they fell
I came alone to bury them all
I said prayers for their sake
But none were for my own
