The darkness is raw.
We struggle and scrape amid dejection.
Once we lived for the world,
But today the world is living because of us.
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The body in motion pauses,
Listening to the hushed sounds.
It spoke of grief within its distance,
All the caskets of souls that were lost.
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The memories of the past creep behind you,
Like a shadow in the dark, you cannot escape.
The sweetness of its taste or the melody of the days,
All swept away by an agonizing plague.
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For we do not know the time this will end;
We pray for a better tomorrow – we pray for life,
But it all comes down to when the time is right,
The time of God, not that of man.
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