Shore of the Dead

Perhaps the world has turned into Nastrond,

Though the daylight reaches a lot,

It cannot clear off the darkness and beyond,

Not the one we see but the one we cannot!


Humanity is panting in the abyss,

Kindness is about to die,

Humility is judged as having no bliss,

Mutual aid is bade goodbye!


The dead are already dead!


Are the living ones any better than the dead!

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