It rolls on past This broken land A world of dust A world of ash Of broken things Now stripped of life Of withered green Now cast aside The fading grass The burning trees The rancid mud The dying things Of what once was Fragments remain And here we’re left Where concrete reigns Oh world of steel Oh world of glass The smoke and fog This veiled mask We drift alone No midnight gaze The star’s put out That deadly haze If beauty dwelt Here long ago It dwells no more Its ruin sown Yet even now Despite our might This world of man It wilts and dies A poison vine A poison seed A broken world Won’t serve our needs But when all is done And all is said And Shiva dances At the very end A fledgling seed Might sprout anew A beacon to all Who remain true A place to go A place to be A place of song And dancing trees But until that day When light shines through And Eden is found Our oath renewed We must await In dark and dread In plastic seas And rusted beds We must await We must endure We must still seek For all that which is pure
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