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z alba Admitted Anachronism
A ROARING SOUND
APPROACHING FROM AFAR
I FALL TO THE GROUND
COVERING A SORE SCAR FROM THE WAR
COUNTLESS WINGS OVERSHADOW THE SKY
BUT I KNOW THEY FLY HERE TO DIE
I'M TOO TIRED TO INTERVENE
AFTER ALL, IT DOESN'T CONCERN ME
INTO THE COLD VALLEY
SHOT DOWN THEY FALL LIKE OVERRIPE FRUITS
EVEN WITH AN EMPTY BELLY
I'LL NOT DESCEND LIKE THESE BRUTES
THERE'S NO LIMIT OF HUMAN GREED
THOUGH WE HAVE SOWN, IT'S A SINGLE BARREN SEED
AND AS THEY DIE OUT, ONE BY ONE
OUR LAST HOPE IS ALMOST GONE
