Reverberating off the walls again,
deafening wails fracture through the bone
We hang our heads, defeated and beaten
Alone in the expanse,
unfolding visions of what's yet to come
Swallowing coals to keep ourselves ablaze,
burning at both ends
At wit's end.
Our feet will never touch the soothing sands,
or walk with our brothers where the sun never sets
We'll know naught but the yoke on our neck
and the whip at our back
Frowned upon by a vengeful dark star
Tormented by the booming hush
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