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A fog has destroyed the world so gently.     Bloodless trees dissolve in smoke.     And shadows hover where shrieks are heard.     Burning beasts evaporate like breath.     Captured flies are the gas lanterns.     And each flickers, still attempting to escape.     But to one side, high in the distance, the poisonous moon,     The fat fog-spider, lies in wait, smoldering.     We, however, loathsome, suited for death,     Trample along, crunching this desert splendor.     And silently stab the white eyes of misery     Like spears into the swollen night.

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