Shadows In The Mist

Lonely stranger who art thy neighbour
I've seen the trappings of your labour
Are our lives indiffrences set
I hold my head within no regert

Fathom that or fashion this
Are we all just shadows in the mist
oblivious to the nature of fates true kiss

Preexisting before our time
Written in the ancient ryhme
Was its passage such a crime
While others squalored their precious dimes

False hope leads to preservation
And yet we hope to find our lost salvaton
What words are uttered upon this earth
That could remove hatred from scorched turf

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