Saturn rises
I illuminate, in kingdoms to come
And a bright light, slowly dims
Lucid things into lucid flames
Black smoke appears, it feeds on sight
Rushing winds into whirling storms
My hope gone haywire, my sickened smile
What plan B? Where is plan A?
The sun sets again, and I'm going down with it
I'm going nowhere!
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