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The ashes fall from withered trees

Bones like leaves

Woods and their hollow shells

Slowly cease to be

The skies declaim their last rite

Clouds of misery fold

Simple beauty of the end

Coming down untold

Read from the gospel of the forlorn

And lie down to see

Earth's thick black blood seeping in

A mute collapse is born

Breathe the imminent catastrophe

Set our shining corpses free

We shall finally rip the veil

Crumbled universe, cold and stale