Death hides behind the sable clouds
that sweep over the crimson skies.
The mortal beings observe in awe
as the gale presents them with their
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We don't listen, completely agreed. When we cry to the sky in lament, we wonder why we aren't heard. Maybe we are being taught a lesson, a lesson well earned.
There's a serious message here. A well-composed piece indeed Michael. t x
a serious message indeed, you have a point in this piece, well done!