Dead Grass Fields
Running across dead grass fields. Under the darkening grey skies. Clouds grow and clash in fashion. Rain pours to drench life away. Into flooded waters with no lifeboat. Land is changed and never the same again.
Surrounded by swift and uncanny chaos. In the middle of a sea of piranha. Laughed at by packs of hyena. Chalk outlines of where the fallen were. No flowers bloom at the graves in hell.
Washed away and left with dirty puddles. The lucky drowned in an instant. The stray grasped for breath; another life. Pulled out of depth by invisible ropes. Resting on ledge of resurrected hopes.
Rolling over if another side exists. A tall glass of milk without the milk. Spoons into empty bowls of pity and hunger. Survival brings forth no sign of rescue. No guarantee that rebirth is possible.
Out of ashes where the world burned away. The Earth was looted of its possessions. Used, abused and soon tossed away. Far too late in trying to recycle. Killers run free across dead grass fields.
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