Blessings Of Pain

The land is unhappy,
craving for natures help
Cursed and forgotten,
into the paradise of terror.
Vegetation cry for help,
human pains are not felt,
A ferocious eclipse beckons,
with a gaze hotter than fire,
even the devil resist to admire.
Weeping and gnashing of teeth,
reverbs in the abyss of hell.
Will nature ever respond to their pathetic voices?.
Grtest write.