Millions of woeful voices
flowing in the wind,
eternally surrounding
all nature’s darkened rim.
Laments of suffering
within the soul of man,
forever rocked by waves
of torment upon this land.
Grief envelopes the spirit
in mourning gasps of breath,
upon each destined hour
in black clouds of death.
And weeping prayers are heard
in every known living tongue,
as songs of sorrow are sung
when our last sad day is done.












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