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Who are we all?

The people?

Holy creatures?

The kindest of kinds?

Perchance,

There's a answer

Which is still

Ungiven

But life walks

With broken legs

And there are no hands

Were they even there?

We struggle with

The obvious

We're gifted with

Mortality

The point is that

There's no point

Just be aware

Of what you have

Are we the kindest of kinds?

Are we the kindest of kinds?

Are we the kindest of kinds?

Are we the kindest... of... kinds?

Ooh

Non-sense living

Someone said

Night weakens, but prepares you

Even non-sense makes sense

And all that theories

Be prepared, nihilistic boy, that soon the sense itself will become your god

Someone said

(Night weakens, but)

Night weakens, but prepares you

(Even non-sense makes sense)

Even non-sense makes sense

And all that theories

Be prepared, nihilistic boy, that soon the sense itself will become god

Who are we all?

The people?

Holy creatures?

The kindest of kinds?

Perchance,

There's a answer

Which is still

Ungiven

In the most tough times hands are reaching for the rope, like there is no solution, there is not.

When apathetic dawn will finally cover up us, we will know and remember the past

It's just reminder like devil on shoulder, the voice of the angel is barely heard

Everyone hate stupid games which are bringed by the mind and we are forced to play without rules

Pathetic, we'll never win these games.