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Blind Struggle
We struggle,
We fight,
We quarel,
But we don't see,
The damage wrought,
The pain suffered,
The lives destroyed,
So we leave it,
We let it go,
We forget it,
The pain and destruction,
Forgoten,
Like a petal in the breeze,
And still,
We struggle,
Still we march,
Towards fate shrouded.
By blood and dust,
And when we see,
At last the truth,
Comes to us,
But to late for.
Hate has taken,
Sight from us,
In retribution we cry,
Tears streaming,
From eyes that cannot see,
