[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Poetry.Tra
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A hundred thousand through the blue
Screaming silent as they fall
To a doom which ends it all
But more journey they await
This single end is not their fate
Lost in self, without a sound
Some will float, others drown
Those who drown, will be fed
To the hungry, nearly dead
But they who float, fall again
Stuck inside that neverend
© Tyr Hawkaluk (2004-Present)