Distant we are from each other like the Poles of the Earth.
Our voices seem to fade and vanish in the cold gale.
Guided to never meet our fates are seal.
Confusion and doubt our emotions creep.
Hear not my speech and scream.
Feel not my pain and woe.
See no evil the days have seep.
Warmth and joy we cannot feel.
Fake and illusional is this scene.
Hoping that someone will answer our plea.
The fear that we cannot take this.
Should we stand or should we flee.
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