a windy land
covered with sand
lies in wait
for someone to take the bait
to travel there
and breath the toxic air
ravaged by time
it seems like a crime
that Discordia was killed
and then it was filled
with blood and hate
with darkness and fate
now a forgot land
from minds it is banned
but some choose to remember
what happend there
and the endless ember
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