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I lay here

Just hoping and praying

That this storm

Will pass us by

Leaving us unharmed

Out here in the cold

As the storm

Carries on

Each day we're out here

It seems

That we might lose the war

You will not defeat us that easily

I

Found the strength

To push on past this

The fight goes on

We will burn this place down

Eat the

Bury the

Kill the

Guillotine the rich

They could fix this all

But they choose not to

And for what?

To go to the grave with these

Useless assets?