With the future, blur
And our survival, war.
Been hunted from the past.
Making each day look like our last.
Silence we see as the best.
But, we need the rest.
Courage we've loosed,
Fear we've gained.
Gradually, we loose our parts.
Till we depart.
And everywhere becomes dark,
With our body having our struggles watermark.
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