The world has grown old
And tired, and soon will fold.
Where once stood men who were bold
Now whisper catacombs filled with corpses and mold.
We used to be warm with dreams of fires where stories were told
But now shiver in ashes and gray skies and nothing but cold.
To what daemon have we our precious souls so carelessly sold
When once we were heroes made so valiantly of gold?
Yet, how tender as all the school kids across town cheered, behold!
When the snow monster over our jeweled city rolled.
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