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Ravings of a Rabid Werewolf - Poetry by Wolf - 48. Greenville
It was here yesterday
But now it's gone, just a wasteland
Postapocalyptic
No other words even come close
My eyes still don't believe
Walls, some flames, in the smoky haze
What used to be a town
This was their home and livelihood
Now it's all turned to ash
We tried so damn hard, all night long
Everyone gave their all
Greenville simply couldn't be saved
Guess we can't always win
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