Reflections many, of death, of despair
State grim, the gloom all beyond repair
With tears tainted, the skies they swell
Doom! Have the evils cast their spell?
Clouds dark, darker flows the water
Pain scathing, all that it offers in barter
Shrieks gory, we hear more than a few
Plead we guilty, next not me, not you.
Vultures waiting, beaks they sharpen
Allies the skies brooding, they darken
Crawling, cried the lizards from far
Creeping they announced it’s war.
That we are running from, we know not
That we are running to, we care not
Stuck are we with the last resort, praying
Pray! Where’s the great master gone missing?
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