Black Earth

The Funeral Pyre

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A field poised to create life
To bring a depression unlike any
Does this thirst ever become satisfied?
I gain more but feel nothing
My heart pains, yearning for more
Empty and desolate, nothing can survive
My hunger to persecute
For we are losing all, nothing is real
The darkness below the surface
It's crude life that creates misery
Eaten alive by a force
That allows not to joy or happiness
I must walk the destiny of solitude
The path of unwelcomed
For we are losing all, nothing is real