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Colossal Wasteland

A great gaping wound

A colossal wasteland

Broken fragments of bitter dreams

No healing or helping hands

 

Twisted with anger,

Fear and sorrow

No borders left to cross

No sign of tomorrow

 

A waning doom

Hangs in the air

No one left to give shelter

No one left to care

 

Consumed by the grieving

The widows blind to all

For them no comfort

No love, only the fall

 

The darkness that trembles

And rattles the horizon

Comes on with terrible speed

As a herd of stampeding bison

 

What hope is there for love,

When it seems to only fade

From the heart and memory

Of all those who sought its shade?

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