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The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of
Fear knocking on the doors,
Furiously, hearts fighting back the shove
As lights waned, leaving souls afaint.

The news grew bitter by the day,
Till we shunned hearing any more
About the rising tolls of death
And the great disposition of our foe:
He was rife, and brutal to human breath
Consuming mankind all his day.

Lying on the verge of hopelessness,
We turned back the hands of time;
The days when we could kiss and hug,
We gloomed, with hearts dunked in lime,
Mourned for frelatives slain by the...