I came, i saw, i cried.
There was pestilence
Death
People living by persistence
Shrouded in poor health
Persistence of visions
Of good times gone by
Over and over asking why.
The purpose of life
The goings on of the fading year
Too ghastly to contemplate
To say it was a year of fear
Was understating a terror without precedent
Beyond the cliff lay hope
A new beginning
The phrase 'on your own'
Though, had a new meaning
I wasn't looking back any more
For the sake of those who died
I just wanted them to know
I came, i saw, i cried.
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