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What the f*ck is wrong with this dying world,
Which used to be our home before it was destroyed?

We feel all alone while we're hiding from
Those who are looking for a shelter from the storm.

Is it too late? Can someone make
Everything great ever again?

Are we going to protest or we'll finally confess,
That the knife wasn't so sharp, but the night was cold and dark?

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