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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 landscapes' 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 remains

They say with enough willpower

You can crawl up from the dead

The dead

From the dead

Crawl up from the dead