The Harvest

We mourn our fallen year by year
No time between to shed a tear
We burn the dead day by day
No time between to watch decay

The time for harvest is finally here
There is no more room for fright or fear
We sit here and cry out
No one listens, we scream and shout

Time continues, life goes on
We all know we are pawns
Terror rises, people die
We sit here, ready to fry

Nobody fears what's to come
We all become so numb
People hope for their life's revival
But all that comes is cold deprival

As our life drains
As we lie in pain
We stand here to breathe our last
The harvest has finally passed

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