Only death was left.
Death of creatures.
Death of bushes and flowers and trees.
Death coated the landscape like a blizzard.
Layer upon layer it continued to pile high.
They all tried to dig themselves out.
But soon it became so overwhelming
that the very people who were digging,
were enveloped in its icy grip.
But even as death squeezes the land dry
there will come a day
when even death must die.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
Only death was left.
Death of creatures.
Death of bushes and flowers and trees.
Death coated the landscape like a blizzard.
Layer upon layer it continued to pile high.
They all tried to dig themselves out.
But soon it became so overwhelming
that the very people who were digging,
were enveloped in its icy grip.
But even as death squeezes the land dry
there will come a day
when even death must die.
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