and the people, they run, caught
between darkness and life
I am the headache, who's severity increases
with each tick of a clock
I am the shutting of blinds to
blue skies
I am the wolf trailing its prey, mouth
watering, eyes ablaze with hunger
With tomorrow, comes death, and quiet
I am the fierce wind and hail, clawing at the stone
I am the spreading of disease, through blood and filth
I am the dove, who's wings take it...away
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