Cold Ground
Murderbait//Casey Logan
Take up your roman fiddle
Sing a song as they beat the skin
Let your tears fall quench the thirsty ground
That you'll soon be buried in
Half the world is burning
While the other half drowns
So hard to be discerning
When it's just as bad as it sounds
Half the world is drowning
While the other half burns
Life springs forth from earth and water
And to the dirt returns
McCarthy speaks so cheerfully
Mr. Orwell so trusting in Man
As we cough on 10,000 ashen trees
That return to dirt again
Pray for rain to a smoke-choked sky!