The Way Out.
"Where's the Hope?" They sayYou've Never looked close enough.
You find it in the small things;
The music,
The children,
The trees.
Smothered by the world,
Blinded by a Hate you knew nothing of
It's cold,
It's dark,
It's vile, unjust.
It consumes you.
"Shrug it off" they say,
"It's just a game we're all forced to play."
I'll try til i die
To find the way Out.
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