Drifter, where do you reside
When you reach the end of the world?
Shall you rove on till you become a part
of the quagmire of million flesh,
Where horror of terrible torment lies;
Or lay adrift till flesh is ground itself?
Their screams and wails are vivid,
And your dreams are a part of games of limbless children,
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