Death looming at the doorstep
do you still fear or do you fight?
The will to live is mine,
came a betrayal by design.
We gave in before only
to taste deception after.
Resistance seems futile now
fighting to death, is all we know.
Blinded by beliefs and great greed
people crippled to fate and plead,
crying to dead, waiting to be saved
broken from before now in dust, deprived.
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