This earth is arid and barren, adorned with charred remains of lost grace
Always expanding. Devouring. Our steps held fast to its paths
A new drought and a new disorder
Darkness reigns. Locked still at the peak of distress
A lifetime of agony compressed and purified
Seek harmony in silence and discord
To caress the dream of refugee, and see it scorched to grey fucking ash
Parched anima. Ash within. Worms crawl through sear veins
A vain confession in anatomy of stasis
Yet seekers shall follow those pathways of bane
Woe, scourge and plague, and none shall see redemption

Forlorn and desolate. Bereft and derelict
Friction and fire without progress. Without reason
A profound inner cataclysm
Freak martyrdom. Numb carcass high upon the corrupt throne
There is no shelter. There is no refuge. At one with zero
None shall find peace. None shall be comforted
None shall be restored and none shall see redemption
This earth is arid and barren
Born again in lands of drought. None shall see redemption