Set Poem by Fallen Too Far

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the sun
spills it's magnum rays,
bleeding, writhing
on the ground
gasping
for their last breaths,
screaming in agony
their last minutes
are slowly drowning.
the earth is dipped
in sulfurous black.
wings of ink
encompass the trees
spreading it's venomous
pit of death
over white ground.
tomorrow?
not much hope.

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