A walk in the park - I bear a mark.
What happened to the park? - grey mist and dark.
Curse this mark - branded by soil.
Pain becomes too stark - makes my blood boil.
I vomit black oil - is there no God?
My body is in turmoil - world around turned odd.
Aliens and a pod - the air is cold.
From the earth rose a rod - nothing good it told.
Colony in gold - infiltrates my brain.
View most grim and old - was not made in vain.
What is the gain? - otherworld train.
I'm now a child in chain - servant to mother brain.
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