"It's Unsustainable" Videos
I was busy, I was occupied
I was burning the fields
A wind of black was blowing over me
And when the cilia revealed
All the ash lining my lungs
I heard a song, I heard a whispering
I gave my torch to the flame
I counted out the numbers silently
A list of places and names
That I'd best get back to, at least
Were I soon to find leave or release?
To sing again, now and then, now at least
On to death and
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