The rustle of dried up leaves
Caught by whirling winds
Awakens absolutely no one
As the day turns to dusk
The only movement is a black crow
Pecking away at the rotting flesh
The barren landscape's naked appeal
Is clouded by a heavy blanket of mist
Thick as a skull
The earth is wasted and so is humanity too
There is just not enough
TO SURVIVE
Scream high tide
Scream your night
As the trails of humanity fade
Only ashes and dust remain
They say with enough willpower
You can crawl up from the dead
The dead
From the dead
Crawl up from the dead
As the day turns to dusk
The only movement is a black crow
Pecking away at the rotting flesh
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