Our lives are sacred
I live in a cold dark lifeless world,
a midnight sky and fading yellow moon.
A whisper of life is a simple leaf,
a lime green tone of simple hope.
No time of day,
No sun to bring us light.
Only darkness and dying things.
Food is given,
Water as well.
Our lives not taken thanks to the creators.
The people who brought us safety are our worst nightmare.
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