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Whispers of silence
Ruin.
Here the world of green stood, beginning to wander long ago, with all that lived and all that should, all a mirage in a familiar meadow. A world on fire, a world that will, stand in horror when midnight lies still. Fighting fire with fire merely fed the flames, an ironic paradox given the names; 'modernity', 'progress' or 'societal repair'. Merely to drown in a sea of despair. A daybreak burnt long ago, nothing is left of my meadow. Nothing to say, nothing to do, ruin ruin ruin, what have I done to you? Ruin ruin ruin, a lost world from afar. Ruin ruin ruin, a world drowned by tar. The tar of words with empty sound, echoing in silence beneath the ground. My meadow lay still, all gone but a few, nothing to ponder, nothing new. Yet I bed to know if anything's to do, Oh meadow ruined ruined, What have I done to you?
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