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If no one knows that I exist

How can I be saved

When the world is conditioned to hate

How can we share pleasant memories

How can the blind follow the light into heaven

When darkness is all we see

I'm sick from fighting the rightiously misguided

Who ignore clear signs of evidence

That we are not alone

We claim a grandeur sense of purpose

Yet no one knows that we even exist

If no one knows that I exist

How can I be saved

How can you defend a collapsing culture of bigotry and hate

How do they have pleasant dreams

When the peaceful scream from nightmares

No justice, only agony