This one goes out to all those that are no longer with us, and all those who are affected by the voids of life. A lot can be said about friendship and the bond that people share. Strangers is a word that will be used less often as our world progressively becomes smaller. Instead we will likely see words such as associate or frequenter. Its alarming to only a few, but there's no turning back. We (the human race) are looking into a magnifying glass and hoping that a pandemic wipes people off the face of the earth. Logically, if there is a real cause for concern, they're will be a draft for prime survivor candidates-- all those who are in top physical and mental form will get a pass to the second round, while the rest will be liquidated. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Of course this only happens after all the volunteering fails. Volunteered death... a sacrifice for the bastards of our race to live a bit longer.
Who do we carry the torch for?
Do we believe in anything?
Do we carry it around just to burn things down?
What did we learn?
We're a voice that never sings.
We are freezing over hell.
We are bringing on the end we do so well.
We can only blame ourselves.
Swept under the rug...
It worked on the campaign trail.
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