Present
We all dwellers are forced to enlist
high and low are all embroidered
no one is here to remove the mist
world of happiness gone far away
Heaven stans, hell are to assist
a single call, screaming and a roar
as horrified as silence is to exist
how all shiver with floating fear
It takes as no one is left to resist
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