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Before the storm the world is calm

But rain is coming our way

Wise enough to advise yourself

The pain will not go away

The more you seek

The less you will find

I leave a trail where there is no path

Accept tings I cannot change

We’re all lost in a world of chains

Left within the remains

The more you seek

The less you will find

The truth is under attack

I run away - leave it all behind

My mind and soul is black

Every eye must see for itself

Your tongue will make you deaf

Stand in line with the final few

As you draw your last breath