Date unknown (probably late 2010s)
Trees like dead fingers rise up from the ground
Searching for solace that cannot be found
Burnt land surrounds them, still dry from the rain
Provides them no respite nor deadens the pain
Winds like the ocean envelop the sun
Ending the journey for everyone
Only the blind will see past the charades
Rejoice in pain while the memory fades
Death like a gate opens wide to release
Deep from its innards the servants of peace
Exit the bondage to life at the end
Bathed in a brightness you can't comprehend
No bed but the ground
No friend but the sound
No life but to die
No shelter but the sky
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