This Island is dead.
It's taken its last breath
In the form of the last wind
Bringing unknown traces of other civilizations.
It's closed its eyes forever
No longer seeing the outside world
Blind to the Truth
And anything it disagrees with.
It's stopped welcoming new feet
To walk upon its sand.
Only those who "belong" here
Are allowed to tread its shores
Yes, this island is finally dead-
Infected with disease
Brought by the very men who conquered it
I hope it rests in peace.