Barren are the hills that are here
Rolling fields once filled with flowers
Are now turning brown
And the vegetation has gone sour
Everything is dying off
Going stale with every hour
Once a beautiful place
Now deprived of a divine’s grace
There’s no rain
No sleet
No snow
Where did it all go?
I ask myself
Where did my mind go?
Happiness is just a bad joke.
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Author:
The Dark Prince (Pseudonym) (
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