Series 5

The ground which is full of death takes in life

trembling as if the two sides were having a fight

those who fell into obscurity crashed

as hell tried to surge past the shifting grass

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the fuel is plenty it never runs low

gravitation pull closes the circle

hope escapes like sand sifting in hand

which can never be claim again like smoke that floats

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What does a cold night feel like will we learn

nerves tingle alight from the freezer burn

the worms squirm as they break us down in turn

and our mark upon earth become hard to discern