In the land of the dead,
So much red is shed.
The land brims with fabrication,
Darkness dwelling in despair and deception.

Inferno looks down on this land,
All green has turned into sand.
The aquamarines then start to dissolve,
The contamination has yet no resolve.

Empty vessels move around,
The land somehow keeps going round and round.
The vessels throng in institutions of make-believe;
Stylites filling the vessels with fake believe.

None shall be safe from the hands of the serpent,
Gibbons keep pulling each other's tails mordant.
Trying to cut the rhea's wings by force,
Poking around the eyes of papilio xuthus without remorse.

The sheep and tiger **** hand in hand,
The dove and eagle fly land to land.
The jaguar and sloth sleep in the sand,
All of it is now disband.

The more you feel here, the more you suffer,
At a state the heart can never recover.
Melancholy will gloom your mind,
No escape, here, you are confined.

Ow who shall save thou?
No augur is coming now.
Damascus is filled with cannons,
Deaths in Bethlehem are now canons.

But walks in this land a creature,
With all these peculiar and extraordinary feature.
Something so unbothered by these mess,
Something that could not have cared less.

Nobody knows where it came from,
None aware that it doesn't succumb.
It crawls around this empty land.
Avoiding the ushers as it stand.

Can this creature show them change?
Can it be the answer to rearrange?
Will it be their savior?
Is its reticence the proper behavior?

Is it telling them to mind their own beeswax?
Or does it not care about the land's collapse?
Is it the land's protector?
Or maybe its annihilator?

All they can do is hope and pray,
That it doesn't consider them as prey.
Or maybe it doesn't want to be adored,
Does it want the land to be restored?

Maybe it will revivify this wretched place.
Or maybe it will obliterate its trace.
Or maybe both paths are the same!
Only it knows what's its aim!