Monday, May 26, 2014


Swirling, tossed about, 
Churning in a storm of doubt
Patched ground longs for rain
River turns to waste
Fish takes one final breath
Wriggling to survive fighting death
Dry skies, merciless beats down
As green meadows turns brown
Death Death Death
The sun a molten gold
Fury untold
No respite even for the old
Death Death Death
Another life bites the dust
Churning in the storm of doubt
Madness recoils and snatches lives
Love lost will not be found
In this dry desert ground
Death Death Death
Another life bites the dust
Widening, death’s fangs reaches out
All hope lost in this doubt
Death Death Death
Marches unopposed with a shout
Vultures swarm the skies
Love cries
Death Death Death
Love bites the dust
And what remains is
Dust Dust Dust!!!

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