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The land's coagulated and
my mind's incarcerated but
my helmet's ventilated
with the souls of correlated.

Though my father's fascinated
With the premises negated
And the night will be berated
With the souls of the dellated.

Try deciphering that

Took long enough to write >___>

You rhyme too much with the same syllable.

You lads are terrible poets. Forbid you ever try some songwriting.

Believe it or not, I got it FROM a song... >___>

The song sounds like a chant, but that is not too hard to believe, is it...

A soldier stumbled along
and he felt something was wrong.
Searching and seeking with his eyes,
but nothing could he see but the cloud of flies,
for on this planet of swamp and marsh,
travelling and fighting was truly harsh.
No scream left his lips,
as he was cut from chest to hips.
The laser had cut him in half,
noticed his foe with a laugh.

Hah, I hate poetry, so I really could care less about your opinions