Birds Are Falling
The birds are falling from an ashen sky
Landscapes are crumbling beneath our Empire
Hot breath from the world to shallow to cry
What have we done? Our greedy desire
I feel you in my soul, cry for your pain
Though I'm too helpless to reach out my hand
My heart is corrupt and so is my brain
I feed off your blood, Don't you understand?
I speak words of sorrow, then turn my head
Show no pity as I pollute your veins
Claim you're not dying, you're already dead
From oceans of garbage and acid rains
I stole all I could with my disdain
All that's left, will be an empty domain
4/24/18
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