The trail of destruction,
The silence of screams,
All of humanity,
Forgotten to dreams.
The silence of life,
That has become no more,
Haunts only the rocks,
And the broken sea floor.
The storms that once ravished,
Humanity’s home,
Now carry fire,
Melting even their stone.
The ground is all scarred,
Where the meadows once grew,
Just a crack in the surface,
Where rivers once drew.
Night and day,
No longer opposed,
The contrast of weather,
No longer imposed.
The passing of time,
Is no longer consistent,
The bonds of its measure,
No longer resistant.
The world is all quiet,
There is nothing to hear it,
Existence is lost,
While nothing can live it.
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