Loss

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We lost sight of the sun above

distracted, led astray and roughed

no longer hearing the pounding sound

human guts is no where to be found

history curses tomorrow's demise

eyes walk the path of the losing dice

the truth is not even worn as shoes

the blue tainted red and we just snooze

'why?' is the only question unanswered

when? has no place in thought harbored

who? is all and none but still the king

how long? can not hope's presence bring

we choose to descend, our nature I guess

solutions i dare not say I possess

we were once distinguished by a trait

learning was the name, but now just a bait

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