The Gunslinger

The Ginslinger | Leaves

The Gunslinger

The falling sky
The clouds are red
This world is coming to an end
Once densely populated land became deserted,
full of pain… Burning flame..
No way out, and only death
can atone all your sins
And give your soul the last chance

Too late
To save this world
To save this land
To help yourself today

The fallen town,
Empty streets
The whistling wind sweeps a debris
You’re walking so alone,
The dust gets into your eyes
And makes you blind.
Humanity has immersed into a mist
Eternal mist

Too late
To save this world
To save this land
To help yourself today

Leaves

Once the day will come when I am gone
The leaves will fall down to the ground
And the air will be sweet and warm
My soul will come back to its home

Leaves are little angels
In the sky
They take the souls away back home

You’ll be standing on the grave and cry
But if you smile, it would be better, smile
The grass cannot grow from tears
Close your eyes and get rid of fears

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