This crooked universe
Has only grown worse
As life descends
And truth it bends
I can’t take any more
I stumble out the door
Only to return
And face a draining sea
A great wind blows
It swallows our homes
The strong take a stand
Crowns tossed into the sand
Our light once shone
The darkness to disown
We’ll march seven times
Conquer riddles and rhymes
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