Cracks appear
The structure gives way
Collapsing all around
Falling at my feet
The air quickly heats
Getting harder to breath

For 17 days
I contemplate
Minutes turn to hours turn to days
I lie in wait

Darkness descends
I am alone
I fear I’ll never be found
Resources grow scarce
Daylight alludes me
I’m loosing the will to live

For 17 days
I contemplate
Minutes turn to hours turn to days
I lie in wait

Recovering the dead
The numbers grow higher
Power, money, greed
Creating empires at the expense of the weak
Influence their technique
Untouchable by the weak

For 17 days
I contemplate
Minutes turn to hours turn to days
I lie in wait

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