Wilderness
She knows no fertility
Left in futility
Empty
Barreness caresses it
Licks its rusty face
Unkempt
Unmanaged
Its path as laid
One to tread
The barracks of conquerors
The test of the best
The victory victors must view
To arrive and thrive
The way for the wise
Left for those that will rise
The paradox all runs from
Only few can view its future glee
Only those with insights
Will face the frights
The home of frontliners
Rust Face 3 -- Hey-Em
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