Heritage

Disaster strolls through the lands of the free
The only things living are dead and diseased
The earth had passed away
The first heaven falls into my lap
Heavy like a mountain — a weight I cannot bear
Bodies feed the earth, the world turns red
I will climb a mountain with my empty body
Rotten teeth, nothing to eat
I will crawl to this cold peak
Not able to walk on my frozen feet
The earth is dying in eternal snow
We are starving from shadows