Aftermath

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Look around; there is only silence and ashes for miles

All the bird's song and lullaby are gone from the mass

Our hearts cut out and our mind sold for a price

Shattered souls slowly trying to get through with the lies

I walk down the alley to the screams of despair

All I see is the malice for which we prepare

We are only shadows; sand and dust to the air

Gone is the future and we are in the middle of nowhere

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