From darkest days to blackest of nights, did we crawl. Blind and stupid, with smiles on our faces and our hearts light as feathers. Safe are we by the dogs we do feed and fear. Though we know they bite and tear. The blood we did not ever see it there. Smiles on our faces and fearful stares, for all the corpses laying there.
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