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Closed eyes cannot see

undertakers in the green.

Blind witnesses,

sole spectators.

Shovels of bone

pointing to the sky,

clouds shed their tears.

Nature in mourning,

procession ongoing,

all gripped in fear.

Sighing with the breeze,

candles flicker with unease.

Exhausted and

withering land.

Shovels of bone

pointing to the sky,

clouds shed their tears.

Nature in mourning,

procession ongoing,

all gripped in fear.

Sinking through the dirt,

destruction leading to birth.

Swallowed into me

creating an immortal earth.

Shovels of bone

pointing to the sky,

clouds shed their tears.

Nature in mourning,

procession ongoing,

all gripped in fear.