They Know Not What They Are
And if they know not what they do
The lonely weary souls
Who share the common goal
Imbibe a sense of disbelief
They wander aimless through and through
Panic stricken sullen
Risen and the fallen
Reality obscured by grief
To make amends from me to you
My proposition is
Give solace and forgive
What timeless would consider brief
End excursion black and blue
In the deepest ocean
Swim through tears forgotten
The joy we'll feel from such relief
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