Away

Lost to the maelstrom
stoned; numb to the pain that could allow growth
joining in the ecstasy
branded with the tribal oath

Chosen ones self proclaim
after giving up the option of choice
melt into the pool
losing your own voice

How many fallen
who could have helped this plane
banked virtue in the invisible
to avoid an imagined pain

strength in numbers with no strength
turning and turning fighting progress
the world just burns away

duties abdicated for profit
surely the fertile view at the source
should make you turn away

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