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With the aim to gain from pain, we were told to shun the sun to make hay,

No control over the games were made to play.

With salt soaked wounds from imaginary shark attacks,

We freshen our breath to bite back.

Love placed under cardiac arrest, all hearts under attack, broken dreams piled in a stackā€¦

 

A Divine unity that was cracked, into finer fractals.

Looking back into pitch black, dimmer lights lead us astray.

Our voice was drowned in quiet waters, our choice buried in the greener pasture,

Leading roles that were played by actors, who sought pleasure pushing bruised buttons.

 

Nothing more than a shrinking statistic that rounds up to nothing,

Both lost and forgotten, for we existed, in a state of something rotten.