At the mercy of our conscience
Confined within our fate
Never really questioned why
We are refugees in a dying world
To become a part of the end
Are we the ones, the ones to blame?
We are mortals of shadows and dust
The sun sets on our sinking ship of fools
On our journey into oblivion
We ask ourselves again and again
How will we be remembered
Shadows. . .
And dust
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