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Seeping through the skin, we've sealed our fate

No turning back, no way to reclaim lost time

Forever stranded upon this barren wasteland of life

Choking my air, constricting my eyes

A cold wind brushes my skin, sending chills to every nerve

Such a desolate being, peaceful, but confined in tragedy

A wraith torturing our inner light

Blinding our luminance, we struggle to survive

Leaving me for the dead and hopeless

I long to be free from this prison, this evil cage

And when I found you, we all wept with despair

Sitting alone on the stairs, looking out into the darkened sky

Rain pouring down, trickling down my cheeks

I know they wil never return to this place so long forgotten

But still I sit, wondering and waiting

Trying to find the answer

The reason

For committing this genocide