Let It Be
The barren grey land stretched on for miles.
Her pride and joy - convulsed,
guns, tanks, balloons.
Paining, poisoning, predating.
Her gem, Her happiness, Her home,
a dry detrital demise.
The land of no man.
Like the lifeless,
She began to fade,
away, dismayed, afraid.
She felt it not long after.
His presence, His touch, His protection.
Luring Her, grasping Her, consuming Her.
She took His hand and never let go.
The barren grey land stretched on for miles,
Now beneath her, a weight lifted off.
She smiles, ever so slightly.
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