it's been years since Vessian's eruption
God cursing us for our own corruption
eternal black ash clouds hang above
no hope for life, no liberating dove
too long since the warmth of that golden sun
since the darkness erased everyone
the town half-buried by cooled molten rock
halted in time by that volcanic clock
tucked away beyond the edge of town
plowing my field as it all burnt down
the ghosts beg me to stop, "don't keep going"
as I continue my fruitless sowing
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 11:56 PM UTC
it's been years since Vessian's eruption
God cursing us for our own corruption
eternal black ash clouds hang above
no hope for life, no liberating dove
too long since the warmth of that golden sun
since the darkness erased everyone
the town half-buried by cooled molten rock
halted in time by that volcanic clock
tucked away beyond the edge of town
plowing my field as it all burnt down
the ghosts beg me to stop, "don't keep going"
as I continue my fruitless sowing
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