To whom it may concern,
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Can anybody save our souls?
Is there anyone to thank?
This world is beat down, dying,
This blood is on our hands.
Can anybody free us?
Release us from these bans?
The bounty every person hunts,
The effort to be first.
People, like vampires,
Fortune is our blood thirst.
Does any hope remain around,
Is there light for us to see?
Or will we all be condemned to
Eternal misery?
As black as night can be.
Forever you and me,
Drowning in this sea,
Of depression, eternally,
With little hope of glee,
We fight to be set free,
Take immortality,
We slowly count to three,
And are left with bad memory,
And the past as our debris.
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