Because we couldn't face the abyss
The abyss has come to us
While brave archeologists keep digging
Brushing sand from the eyes of the dead
And rocketing telescopes keep probing
The penetralia of endless darkest night
But it's all post-partum now
A child has drawn a line
And we stand amazed
To find ourselves released
On our own recognizance
Afraid hateful full of doubts
Each having to go it alone
At least for a certain distance
If only to prove one can
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