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Army of unnamed

Failed to find the aim

Marching their unmoving march

The direction is fate

No questions to ask

No one will defy

To vegetate is the way

To realize, to go through the line

And protected and safely

Wait to the death

Fate is just direction

Taking the aim away

Force to keep marching

Straight - no step aside

No sounds coming from beyond

Dazed by trance of routine

Into the abyss they fall

Unchanging darkness they see

When protected and safely

Waiting to the death

Faces looking still the same, but rotting from inside

Going forward directed, but not led to aim

Living inside ball of mind, impossible to escape

Abandon self, get in line, and go this safe way

Rise from the depth

Army of unnamed

Still marching the same

Directed by their fate

The empty, aimless ways

As years slowly turn

As bodies aging

To vegetate is the way

To realize, to go through the line

And protected and safely

Wait to the death