Plague creeps on the spine of the earth
The air sings of thunder
The wind carries a roar

That tears the ground apart

World ridden of fruit

Holds but blight and disease
Her skin pulsates with pain
With a sigh she ceases to be


On a bed of rotten soil
lies the sole child of man


Plague creeps on the spine of the earth
The air sings of thunder

The wind carries a roar
That tears the ground apart


Alone she bears the weight of genesis
Sins of her kin now dead


On a bed of rotten soil
lies the sole child of man


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The girls fragile arms
Cradle a withered dream

Promise of a broken progeny
Her loins carried no life


On a bed of rotten soil
lies the sole child of man


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