soon there will be nothing
the moon will cry silver tears
the rain drops now falling black
dampening the desolate land
the sun will weep
morning tears of hot ember
incirciling the world
in a lonely waltz
the clouds will fly on
not having anywhere to go
stuck, in an eternal limbo
there is no life to be found here
not even the plants
or the birds that once ruled the sky
not anymore, now there is nothing.
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