Born of the dark and bloody ground
Who was probably insane, but maybe onto something
our new Ice Age begins as you leave.
My fellow Quassie-Aussie, fold back into the dust, the trees and gas-fueled fires.
Dedicated guerilla chemist – my sadness is unexplained, I didn’t really know you.
Madman mystic of improbable magic – hit me I am lonely.
My fellow son of the new burning Rome,
We shared end of era and the first days of a new sun burning the land, goodbye.
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