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Forlorn, a graceless winter in our hearts

This feral realm turns fouler by the day

And I can’t stand the stench of betrayal

That lace the always greyed skies above

Black out the sun over all the globe

So you can hide from impending doom

Like roaches, you await a nuclear sundown

But you cannot pull through

Women now facade the legions

And there are no children left to stand

Only foolish brainwashed men

Marching blindly with weapon in hand

And here I stand above the carnage

Looming in godless heavens upon you all

For I am the death you forever seek

The endemic that plagues all lands

All, suffer, as have I for many years

All will crumble in a lake of salty tears