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EncryptionAbove meAbove us all What remains of the word us Still not that much at all The surface in which we once stood has been captured by The very creation which at one point struck fear into others Now we pay for our forefather’s ideas Turn clocks back forwards It matters no more The rise and the fall of our blessed sun Savouring no more Frantic in defeat We turn to survive underground For a place where we called home is abandoned And unworthy of nurturing any living organism When all is lost deep below We begin to overshadow a once human way of thinking Become the ones we only have read about |