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Gut level, below it all

Out of duty - just here

Feeling like a knife's being twisted in the hole of how it is

False hope

An inch of pride that died when I left to hide

From a non-stop battering of conditioned opinion

Rest assured but not assured, all is well

But I think we've dealt with the fear for far too long

Unborn suffer, unborn suffer

Unborn suffer the norm

Born to this - I think not!

I stand against 'til the shit drops

We see all but do nothing, in the hole of how it is