From earth they walk the steps of me
Can’t seem to find a foothold
There’s a gaping wound
Blood pours from it unseen
Ruled over by the breath of the moon
Landing here is a fools game
Only fools gold shines
Howling and entwined vessels snap
Sacrificing red rivers of misery
28 days is a myth
Lets put this lander down
Don’t expect a haven
A shelter would be too uneven
Screams be heard in red hell
Blood begins to rain
Time to go now
Take flight alone.
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