World of the Forsaken
The bottom I never thought to see,
It's a place in which I never thought to be.
I now lie on the rocky bottom,
Here there's no spring, only autumn.
The sky is darker and trees are dying,
The world itself seems to be crying.
Only shadows roam this world,
All suffer here, young and old.
The sun never rises in this darkness,
There is no vision, only blindness.
There are voices all around,
Yet I can hardly hear their sound.
Misery fills the air with its unpleasant aroma,
The sky is covered in ashes, the streets with lava.
It's a world only seen by those who have fallen,
A world for the forsaken.
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