The infinite cycle,
of mother Earths brute,
With questions,
answered with enigma
And death becomes chaos,
shrouded in stigma
Winds wither,
in a collective confusion
Clouds perish,
saturated in illusion
Oceans swallow,
sailorless ships
And consciousness,
numbs into the abyss
A world inhabited,
yet survives in the void
When life,
does not mean life
When choice,
is destroyed.
Peace be with the fallen ones,
The warriors who faced death alone.
Your sufferance lays in the hands of the inadequacies and ignorance of the leaders of this world.
R.I.P
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