The theaters are empty like the soul of a robot,
whose home was destroyed when the sea levee broke.
far down on the hillside the Nomad stares blankly,
as Dog Children dance on the Ashes of Time.
the Demon is poised like a young ballerina,
while dark hearts bleed on the people below.
scream from the balcony as Shannon gets closer,
she always knew how to get at the hurt.
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