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Dust and dirt
Scattered around
The world ruined
And in dismay
Barely anyone left to live
Those who are, die anyway
Yet those born after the end
Are left to dream
Broken houses
Broken dreams
Those left to cry
Stay lying weeping
Miserable
Demise
Hopes murdered with spite
Sky blocked from view
Light glinting behind sight
A small child
A tiny fight left inside
Innocent hope
That hasn’t yet died
He yearned to see what has not been seen in years
His eyes a blaze with unfettered dreams
He soon laid eyes on what the world had not seen
A beautiful mess of deep dark night
Stars glowing ever brightly
Light full of dreams
A painting of hopes
A painting of dreams
A painting of fantasies
Left behind to sink in misery
His eyes watered
Tears leaking down as he cried of joy
He finally found hope in a world destroyed