A goal set
A rough road
through a lane
rusty and wane
Misty path and cloudy
sky over parched land
dust and this lonely sand
Feet of frail fear
get there settle
In creases in cracks
sheet of life smash
Born to kill such race
calls a day with fury
Heavily it sucks the vitality
Toppled trust over misdeeds
Gratitude undone for this
Humane possibilities lost
where ruins runs all to dust
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