Desolate Blue
Remorse And Redemption
Just a Dying Planet
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The River Ran Dry
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The world has yet to stop its turn,
Round and around it goes, And we sit back to watch it burn, Through the highs and through the lows. Now it’s because we haven’t stopped spinning That we refuse to believe it will. We’d rather believe in the concept of winning, Then to notice the absence of a chill. So here we stay, On mounds and piles of oil, debris, and granite, Long since lost our way, Accepting of the fact that we are just a dying planet. Without A Soul To Love
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The river ran dry when it was needed most.
Wood, beams, and sails lay turned and splintered over the bank. Sand cracks and pours to fill in the daybeds. Dreams and hopes lay alongside the ship that wish it sank. Sunshine used to be a good omen. Its rays would find sailor's faces and brighten their path. Joyous songs could be heard miles from the mast. But it seems this light god held on to a hidden wrath. It was when the destination could be seen in the distance- Promises of home and love were just within reach- That disaster struck and the water turned to dust, Leaving only remnants of the past on the newly formed beach. The scorching, glorious sun now did more harm than good, Evidence shown on the bank where a grand ship once stood. Winter's Bite
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