Thu, 09/05/2013 - 17:06 -- TayGow

The grass has withered

                  and turned to dust.

                          All we see is dust.

The wind is cold

                  and especially fierce.

                         All we feel is cold.

The ocean is bitter

                and raging with anger.

                        All we taste is bitter. 

The birds will shriek 

                 and scream curses and hate

                         All we hear are curses.

The sun has cried 

                and mourned the day

                        All we think is for ourselves.

The earth will die

              and eventually end.

                   All we know is nothing. 


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