Swirling smoke
Roaring thunder
As fragile hearts
Are torn asunder
Dark towers
Scourges of the sky
Lay host to shadow birds
And their dispiriting cries
Gaping ravines
Cruel pits of sorrow
Line the way
That leads to tomorrow
Hopeful words
Seem so feeble
Yet in this wasteland
Broken hearts, they cradle
Dying Wasteland


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