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A Dying Tale : 04

I see hopelessness and despair

Yet, the desire for revenge was aflare.

Tear-streaked faces filled with rage

And even on those with the littlest age.

They decided to live or to die

Than go on with their miserable plight.

I envy them: for their courage and their will.

Yet, I also pity that there's no room for that to fill.

What sanctity is there left to behold

When all that's left has gone to mold?

Rotten lives with greed, imbibe

The fallen left as their souls had died.

I see them leave for lands afar

But their wish, unfulfilled, held them by the collar.

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