Forty-two hours of darkness;
Forty-two hours of death.
Forty two hours alone,
With no mother to help you rest.
Forty-six hours of sunshine:
Forty-six hours of day.
Forty-six hours with no rules,
In the zany FAYZ.
I have felt the wall of block;
The sting of its cool surface.
It comes to haunt me in my rest,
And smack my dirty face.
Now the end is near;
The angel and prophetess are here.
To comfort and see the Red Sunset,
That helps us live and let the demon die.
*Inspired by: the Gone series, by Michael Grant
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