The painter had a sudden surge of inspiration
He rose from the decaying seat of rot
He rose from the decaying seat of rot
He gathered all his strength to paint
One last piece he'd show the world
The day of tranquil has come
The storm that swept the lands
Left everything broken and damned
Trees stood lifeless, roads cracked
Grasses were like patches green
Covering the muddy land with sin
The painter tried to paint these all
He opened cans of colors anew
The green he spilled
The green he spilled
The yellow gone
Red was blood with nothing left
Blue was the sky he cannot reach
The brown he missed, he never looked
The bright orange he dared not hold
Nothing he saw could paint what he called
"The Tranquil Soul of the World" he saw
No color could fill the gap
Only black remains,
The scene left untold.
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