Death
Death that we see,
Cannot be hidden.
We can never flee,
It can’t be ridden.
No one to blame.
The sea of hope washes away,
As no one wants to play a game.
Everyone looks to the gray,
No color appears,
These are no lies.
Here come the cheers,
As a new birth cries.
We feel the need
To plead.
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