Who We Are
I see the wrath of the wind.
As the Devil grinned because we sinned.
Tearing at our souls,
Our lives so seemingly full of holes.
But we look around and search,
To find somewhere high to perch.
We have only ourselves until we realize,
We're headed to our demise.
Only then does everyone stand united
Once we've decided,
To become our best,
Then we know we've finished our quest.
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