It might itself appear
Time is not on our side
The message still unclear
Our Fear of Genocide
Of shadows and of death
Fill the voids with unrest
Finality its breath
Empty of common quests
Death reverts to shadow
Hiding that, can be seen
Inspires all that's hollow
Trading us in between
To follow light blindly
And believe in a cloud
Its will is unkindly
The hope shatters aloud
Not till our blood flows free
Will faith end misery
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