Back to the dust.
See the walking skeletons.
We're not the living.
After the second decade.
But it will be contagious.
Back to the bone.
First your face cracks. Then,
Your hair colour doesn't last.
Fighting dehydrating.
Back to the skeleton.
I'm grabbing all life.
I'm not going alone.
I'll burn the seas, and level some trees.
Back to the ground.
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