This Dead World
About this dead world of ours…
The moon is dead
The stars are weary
The grass is red
Full of blood
The trees are no longer
Understood
The river is dry
The mountains
Are gone
The wolves no longer
Howl
To the moonlit sky
The leaves are
Asking why
The children
Can no longer cry
We sit here in this dead world
Only wanting to die
The stars are weary
The grass is red
Full of blood
The trees are no longer
Understood
The river is dry
The mountains
Are gone
The wolves no longer
Howl
To the moonlit sky
The leaves are
Asking why
The children
Can no longer cry
We sit here in this dead world
Only wanting to die
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