It’s Time

It’s Time

It’s all been sucked dry

There’s nothing left on the bone

Nothing left to pray for

It’s all turned black

As the grass turns brown

The hearts been taken out

There’s now just a hole

It’s all falling away

Out from under the feet

And over the heads

Like rain it’ll be here soon

Can you smell the smoke?

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