Here lies the wicked land
Wild land that turns many dreams
to nightmates
Land as wild as serpent
beautiful at sight, yet filled
with desperate hearts
The trees which ought to shades
and shelters us has gone wild,
hush and hostile, making life
more unbearable for the grasses
What a wild land?
Consumed in its own majestic obsession
A land unfit for mankind
There is no more hope in shades
No more hope in shelters
The strange wind of the west
has mustered our land desolate, destruction
And deception gleaned by the elites