We, the people, lose touch
Technology and sin are important
Glory of creation not so much
Blinking, we reach the ledge
Being on the brink of death and sorrow
Hinders not the weary travelers
Blinded on the screwed path we follow,
Only other way to lead is a voyage
But there are punctured holes on the ship
Waters seeps in and nearly drowns us
Offering higher powers a small bargaining chip
Sinking further into the unknown zone
We’re on the Brink
Blinded until we sink
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