Death, Destroyer of Worlds

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Sweet surrender gone asunder,
Last survivor left to wonder
Why the end was but a blunder.
- On the Earth, a lonely moon.

Swells that gather rising higher,
Smoking ladders flashing brighter.
Where the winds go, bright the fire.
- Silent screams are gone too soon.

Ignorance in grave consequence,
Deep regret left as recompense.
Recovery has lost its chance
- Doomed are we, now comes the end.

Lonely moon shown through smoke too dense
Shines sorrowful with innocence.
Last life on Earth, emptied contents
- Hope fading fast, none left to mend.

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