We are Ruins

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Lost in a distant sea of drowning eyes
Weeding out the weak and strong throughout our lives
Competition is how we have managed to survive
Business as usual is the norm
Until one day will come the storm.
All the hustle and bustle of cities shall one day crumble
And nothing but ruins be left to lay
For our predecessors to discover one day.

 

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