Deep valley which we walk in,
We do not know which direction.
The loin lie and waits,
The prey does not know its about to be eaten.
Its skin will be ripped off, and worn.
Many truths mixed with lies,
The sheep are confused, and stuck in the details.
We cannot see the stars anymore.
Can hear the waves, but do not know which direction its coming from.
Their eyes look only at each other yet the dragon will speak for them.
So look to the stars while we still can.
Go your too knee ask for mercy.
This is when the chaff rules over the little flames.
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