As they migrate to the North
Empty eyes that feel forlorn
They wear the burden of grief
The appearance of great loss
This world of crumbled belief
Capitulate their lost cause
They weep for their loved ones lost
They contemplate the enormous cost
Malignancy can never cease
Procreate despair as disease
Malice has answered the call
Encase, impose it's decree
Severed the right to be free
to become the next despot
Hide, divide, chose your side
Through the shimmering light
they feel their will power bent
No dawn to break the night
in this place belligerent
So they were left there disdained
with no one left to be blamed
Fettered in the grip of fear
ascertained, evil is here
Malign spirit sweeps across
forsaken all of their hope
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