Lingering in the atmosphere
Like a thin veil
Was the scent of smoke
and of death
Its presence everywhere
In the dawning’s fog
In the cold still water
In the eyes of the living
and dying alike
Decorating the surface
Was the pale shade
Of the perished
Nameless strangers now as one
In the peaceful soil they shared
For their suffering had finally ended
Prowling aimlessly
Were the silhouette of the remnants
Filthy rag dolls, tormented
By the unseen hands of famine.
Reduced to mere animals
Blackened skin and bones
Upon their own kin
ravenous eyes gloating, craving
Once there had been laughter
Once endless golden fields would run
Now on rotting husks
Jute and cotton thrived.
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This is a really nice piece of black metal, i totally love it! Although nothing avantgarde, it has some unique flava' of its own. I mean, it's on repeat for a few hours now. \m/ BVCVLEI