Approaching Pitch Black

Drums, taps in distance sound

Closer, closer 'til just at window

Uniforms jungle fresh with new boots around

Scapegoat of sunk ship won

Battle of none worth a damn

Stares longingly at set of sun

Drinks last rays of survival's light

Swell of doom in hands of clowns

One is foolish to fear the night

Energetic value weighs in end

Careless egos crash to doom

What life is, will begin again


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