A New Age Dawning
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The leaves are falling
Falling softly from the trees.
The trees are growing
Growing from the earth
Growing beneath our feet
Our feet are stepping
Stepping over our forefather’s graves
Our graves are increasing
Increasing in number
Increasing in waves
Waves are crashing,
Crashing upon our modern lands
Our lands are dying,
Dying by our own doing
Dying by our own hands
Our hands are creating
Creating ways to kill more of our enemies
Our enemies are plotting
Plotting to kill us
Plotting to bring us to our knees
Our knees are kneeling
Kneeling to the depth of our despair
Our despair is feeding
Feeding the darkness
Feeding poison to the air
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The leaves aren’t falling
They aren’t falling,
from the trees anymore
The trees aren’t growing
They aren’t growing
from the earth anymore
They will be missed...
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