The Dead Art


The fields are no more
This is a new age
But we teary the same
Putting our soul to page

And for what cause
We are still hopeless
Our blood and tears
But we are still the less

Poetry is more than dead
It has descended to Hell
But from the pits of despair
We still have a story to tell


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