The Lost

Thrust us now into the night,                        no more air and no more light.                     When all that’s shattered is nothing left   we suffer our days until death-                      Nothing won and nothing lost.                    The dead are safer in winter’s frost.           The hopeless-lost and none are found.      In deaths swimming hole they’ve all drowned.

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