Plague creeps on the spine of the earth
The air sings of thunder
The wind carries a roar
That tears the ground apart
World ridden of fruit
Holds but blight and disease
Her skin pulsates with pain
With a sigh she ceases to be
On a bed of rotten soil
lies the sole child of man
Plague creeps on the spine of the earth
The air sings of thunder
The wind carries a roar
That tears the ground apart
Alone she bears the weight of genesis
Sins of her kin now dead
On a bed of rotten soil
lies the sole child of man
The girls fragile arms
Cradle a withered dream
Promise of a broken progeny
Her loins carried no life
On a bed of rotten soil
lies the sole child of man
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