The End

No light enters this domain Scarcity of life-sustaining growth Will to fight wains Forsaken homes abandoned Taken to the banks, bodies plummet Stench of death in the air (Cursed generations) Collecting remains upon the river′s mouth (It grins) The cattle collapse The wells run dry Visited upon by misery A damned people's last memory And as the last gasp of hope leaves (Crying out) What is this place? (What is this place?) (Will I ever see the light of day?) (Our bodies are dropping like flies) (No end to this night) Is it predestination? Home in the silt of the river bed No written history No artifacts No lessons etched in memory (Gone like they were never here) Is this His plan?