Alas, Poor Internet, I knew it Well

We know not this land we live, 

souls crushed beneath darkness made.

Become now the sleepless night, 

harbinger our deepest sorrow.

Our saviour’s beacon,

now the darkness.

Snuffed, in hands we hold,

the promises of all been told.

Lay broken on the sands of youth.

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