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Some arid Lands follower by some infinite seas

Endlessly, an ochre and blue palette.

Oceans without any life more.

Some vague memories of the forest lung

And for only witness

In all this immensity

The deadly caress

Of the last Sun’s ray

This is not a Prophecy

Neither a dream nor a nightmare

This is just our future reality

The wind is not anymore the synonymous with coolness

It is burning, spinning round, and stifling

It uncovers sometimes, the past relics

Some mortal remains and civilization last traces

This is not a Prophecy

Neither a dream nor a nightmare

This is just our future reality

But what remains of it?

Who’s able now to tell the story?

Only GOD can!

And his task is finally complered!