Lament of Smoke

Woe! For the sun rises red in the morning.

Woe! For the sky is pale at noon.

Woe! For the sun, setting, is dim as the moon.

Woe! For the air tastes bitter.

Woe! For the breeze has lost its freshness and stings the eyes.

Cough! Choke! Feel your throat grow tight and sore. Swallow if you can, with a dry and bitter mouth. Wheeze! Gasp! The smoke is in your lungs now. It's on your food and in your drink. The smoke is in your blood now.

Woe! For this shall happen again.

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