the sins of the elders fall on the children like black hail born from the dead in our wake.
the food and water became like poison, the air turned noxious, blackened our lungs.
this time there is no turning back, all of our bridges have been burned, all of our missteps frozen in time, this is the land of ice and ash.
the soil, infertile, like broken glass. all other life just left, but we wont be blessed with death.
the wind carries screams and muffled whimpers of the ghosts we've become, and the ghosts we've failed.
ice and ash yet I keep marching on.
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