There was joyful abundance
Crisp air and fertile land
Easy, simple and free
Rich and vibrant as gold
The decline forthcoming
Greed for earth and sky
Discontent ruled far and wide
Muted and faint as silver
Decay is inevitable
The hunger overwhelms
Empty, hopeless throughout
Absolute and numb as death
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