A Toast To Misery
Shaking to its core, the cries go unheard across a nation.
Eyes and ears are glued to a screen,
that can only translate the pain we cannot feel.
Lives are lost; never forgotten. Yet the rumbling has just begun.
Bodies move in motion, yet their senses are suspended.
Will we meet again? A promise that is lost in translation.
A restoration of faith is in order, however our doubts stand victorious.
Hopelessness takes priority, while order slips into history.
We anticipate the next chapter, filled with nothing short of misery.
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