Dawn of Misery

The virus came embracing death, kissing (the) lips of drought,

A pandemic dawn full of tombs, spreading misery out.

Packed in breaths and in drops, affecting all rich and poor,

Revealing the true wildness we had hidden before.

Bleeding tears and crying blood,

We look above through the clouds.

As the grazing lambs, we implore,

Disseminating this plague all around.

Dawn of misery...

We saw our lands ignite to purify this world

until the ashes masked sunlight, pouring dust from every place.

Forsaken and hidden, starving to death

trying to harvest something already barren.

We tied future down with illness wire.

We betrayed our creeds setting them in fire.

We burnt the past down with fear and hate.

We neglected old saints by becoming apostates.

Dawn of the dead...