Confusing days, abhorrent nights.
I stand at the foot of forbidden sights.
Gusts of light pounding nails of darkness.
You stand alone like some breathing carcass.
Rescue our lives, we beseech like crude children.
Neither friend nor foe, nor some hated ancient villain.
Just one more lost soul.
Time does go on —
I tell it gay to those who suffer now —
They shall survive —
There is a sun —
They don’t believe it now —
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